What a storm we endured last night! Whew. I was extremely glad to pull in the garage last night after driving around in that awful mess. I picked Ruby and a friend up from a Bible Study and quickly realized that things were looking rough. We made it to our friend’s house and decided (after ten minutes of coercing and a prayer time with the girls) to run into the friend’s house and stay there until the worst of the storm had passed. They have a toddler and a five year old and two older girls. The five year old said, “Raise your hand if you’re freaked out!” and the toddler raised his hand…it was a bit of comic relief amid the lightning and thunder and rain and the smell of smoke coming from their garage.
I say all of this to say that my Weather App has gotten confused. I was using it often last night in that storm as I tried to figure out when the best time was to leave their house and then used it more to show Molly that, indeed, she could sleep in her own bed and that lightning wasn’t going to strike her in the top bunk. Back to the Weather App debacle. I got my new phone last year before we took our once-in-a-lifetime trip to Israel. Because of this timing, I put Jerusalem, Israel into my Weather App so I knew what to wear and if I needed an umbrella or not, etc. Ever since that trip, I would pull up my Weather App and the first city to pop up would be Jerusalem. I couldn’t bring myself to delete that amazing city, so I kept it there and always checked to see what kind of weather Jerusalem was having before moving on to the blessed city of Woodstock. It put a smile on my face because I immediately thought of those memorable days standing in Jerusalem, Israel.
However, something happened….and I am trying not to blame it fully on my DollyWood-loving kids…..but now every time I pull up my Weather App, the city of Pigeon Forge, TN pops up on my screen. I mean, I like a good day at DollyWood and the cinnamon apple bread is divine, but it is a FAR CRY from Zion.
I’m going to need to figure out how to save Jerusalem as my preferred city. No offense, Mrs. Parton.