Woke up before the alarm this morning, and since it was impossible to get comfortable last night (being 5.5 months pregnant), and I had to go to the bathroom for the thirteen thousandth time (being 5.5 months pregnant), I decided I would start my day. And then I heard a low grumbling outside. Thunder. I went to sit on my porch, sunrise barely making an appearance, and just soak it all in. As I sat there, under a light rain fall, in a very dimly lit world, I just stared upward, waiting for the next bolt of lightning to tear through the sky. And as soon as it did, I would close my eyes and wait, for that power that I knew would follow. It would start soft and subtle and then slowly move across the sky in increasing volume and speed until I could literally feel it shaking the ground beneath me. I felt like I little child "Do it again God! Please? Do it again!" I realize everyone knows what lightning and thunder sounds and feels like, but have you ever just sat in darkness and let your senses absorb the power of God? It is truly a gift, especially since it's so rare that I stop to take in such detail of something I take for granted. He's always there, always displaying His majesty, and how often do I just walk on by, concerned about myself?
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