I realized I was going to indeed make it home just before it started pouring. It was timed pretty perfectly. And the Lord reminded me that when it storms hard and I'm inside I'm really never scared or anything. Most of the time we can be relatively unaffected by the storm if we are under cover somewhere. I actually kind of enjoy it and usually light candles and settle in with a good book in bed or my favorite chair. In the comfort of my home I feel entirely safe as long as I am sheltered there.
God reminded me that storms would continue to come and go spiritually and emotionally in my life but as long as I made provisions to stay in the Psalm 91 "shelter" I will be fine and have no occasion to worry. It's when I get out of that place that I need to concern myself. As an older preacher once said, "if you don't pray, maybe you should worry!"