The hurricane was a modifying factor driving rain, and wind, lightning, force and fire to clarify my reason and torture the truth to the surface of understanding.  You see, I hide truth within me, carefully compartmentalized that I might obfuscate, conceal or stash it away from my consciousness to be used as excuse for misunderstanding or disobedience.  I am after all accountable for direction handed down to me especially when it came from on High.

What did it provide me this clarifying episode, forcing me from hiding, driving me from my hobby hole where the false security of kings resides?  Dashed my perception, destroyed my efficacy, adequacy and illusory self adaptation.  I was lain bare not only for public viewing but unfortunately naked to self realization.  Fallen on my knees but still holding myself aloft avoiding the glorious humility of destruction.  It was lost, this plan, this failed plan of my own doing.  Thankfully God had once again loved me enough to overwhelm me in the wrestling match I repeatedly picked with him, instead of popping my hip or worse yet casting me down to my own deserved ignorance.

A chance arose.  The opportunity for awareness.  Awareness of a new temperature, a new form and seal.  Sealed with the promise of something beyond my current capacity.  The capacity limited by my own constraints and imagination.  My imagination was surpassed in God’s divine authority and direction.  Choosing not only direction but timing, attitude, progression, provision and reason.  The reasons for it still unveiling.  Lain clear for all to see that they are not of my own making.  That my creative talents failed years prior and now I am a man made solely for the purpose and pleasure of Almighty God. Praise Him for the hurricane, to set me free from my own imaginary prison.