Yesterday we went down to the beach.

The weather report said scattered thunderstorms, but the clouds were very much in the distance.

Until suddenly they weren’t.

Without warning, we were drenched.

Then came the lightning

This is where it got interesting.

The only other people there were a couple with two young kids.

And the mom, rather than alerting her children to the danger, began singing.

“Let’s go inside. The rain is here. We have to go Inside.”

It was this gentle, soothing, unbothered song.

And it worked.

Their walk to safety became a game.

She got them moving without alarming them in the slightest.

She guarded their innocence while guarding their lives.

How often do we fail to do that?

We don’t protect people from danger.

Or we do, but we make sure they see our pain, our effort, our sacrifice.

We lay awareness on them like lightning, and guilt on them like rain.

Because we want them to know the cost.

But how often does God not show the cost?

How often does He protect us from dangers unseen?

How often can we look back and see we were in much more trouble than we knew, but through ordered steps, we made it out?

Today I am grateful for a mom in a storm.

Singing her children to safety.