I’m sitting in the front room of my house tonight watching a storm rip down our street. I live in
Storms awe me. I am amazed at the cleansing ferocity. I am soothed by the anticipation of the smell that lingers when the monster moves on. A smell that tells me that life can be renewed.
As thunder growls like a beast and the light above my head flickers slightly I imagine God watching from Heaven, enjoying His creation.
Like a passionate conductor; an artist, both observing and organizing simultaneously, He reminds me of the shear force He employs. Yet with that force comes a new morning…a thing so bright and smooth, like the favorite blanket of a small child. A hope so strong you can smell it!
I love this weather.
