How's the weather?
What's the temperature going to be tomorrow?
Did you check the forecast?
Do we need to put the cushions under the porch?
Should we cover the plants?
Does the yard need more water?
It seems few things invade our lives more than the weather. For the most part, I am not a big weather watcher, because so many other people spend so much time on it.
My iPhone has two weather apps, plus several other apps with weather info embedded. The app that came with my phone is not as good as The Weather Channel app I find to be the most useful.
My wife watches the weather to monitor her clothing choices, similar choices for the kids and the condition of the yard. Occasionally we will extend the "watch" to include certain events which stand to be impacted by the weather. For me it gets down to whether the weather will impact whether I get to play golf or watch one of my kids play in a tournament.
Recently, we had an occasion to really pay close attention to the weather, in other words worry about it.
Our daughter Rachel served as Rose Queen and two events literally depended on the weather, the Rose Festival parade and the Queen's Tea. They are "all-in" propositions. You only get one chance to do it or all preparation and effort is lost.
Watching all of the planning leading up to the events, I took the bait and decided to worry about the weather. About 10 days out from the Saturday events my apps began to give a glimpse of early forecast information. It didn't look pretty. Rain was initially in the forecast at a rate of about a 60 percent chance.
My first impulse was to keep the information to myself. Why concern anyone else with such details when I was fully capable of worrying about it on my own. Then I began having "those conversations" with myself. You can't control this so don't worry about it. Yeah, right. That really works.
As the days went on the chance of rain continued to show up next to the Saturday forecast but began to vary between 30 and 40 percent. Obviously the tea committee was in deep prayer on the issue and the needle was moving. When we got to about three days out I began to wonder what could be accomplished with any more attention to the matter. If it rains it rains. It's surely out of my control.
The funny thing is, when Friday came and the app showed the same rain in the forecast there was finally the ability see an hourly forecast through to Saturday afternoon. You see the rain was in the forecast for the hours of about 1 a.m. to about 5 a.m. The rest of the day was forecast to be beautiful and sunny. We couldn't see that in the app until the day before.
All my worries over the forecast were wasted.
The moral of the story: Next time you are worried it will rain on your parade, don't fret about what you can't control. And get Mary Lauren Faulkner and her committee to pray about it for you. Those women prayed up some fabulous weather.