My child sweetly rubbed my arm and climbed into our bed last night; awoken by the thunder and bright lightening. I love thunderstorms. Blessing the Lord through my sleepy thoughts, pondering His goodness to grant us rain. With every commanding thunder my child held onto me tighter..."do not be afraid, our God is in control of all things."
Unable to succumb to sleep, we watched with awe together - God's merciful glimpse into His might. I love to be in the middle of such a majestic display of power. He is the Almighty God from whom all blessing flow. What beauty. What power. What majesty.
"The voice of thunder was in the heaven: the lightnings lightened the world: the earth trembled and shook." Psalm 77:18
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