Something I just can’t get enough of: thunderstorms. Maybe it’s because I grew up in California, where we get a good show maybe once every few years. Seriously. People from back east just can’t even comprehend this, since they are spoiled and get them all the time. When we’d sit up on the roof during wild storms in Haiti, our teams would keep on chatting like it was no big deal. When we told them we would maybe, maybe, see a storm half that good every few years in California, they were shocked.
Needless to say, we are those people that stand on the roof, watching lightening strike blocks away from us. It was magical, breath taking, and always left us in awe of our Creator.
And thankfully, we now live in another country that gets the same wild, wicked, amazing storms!! We are in the rainy season now, and with the rain often comes good storms. Last night was one of them. It started fairly early, about 5 pm, and I took Eliana out onto our covered porch, and we watched the display together. I was in awe of the Lord, and burst out singing to him. Eliana actually joined in too. It was so precious. She was jabbering along, as we listened and watched the wonder of the Lord and His mighty hands.
This Psalm came to mind, as it always does when my whole body shakes with the loud claps of thunder.
“Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name, worship the Lord in the splendor of his holiness. The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord thunders over the mighty waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is majestic. The voice of the Lord breaks in pieces the cedars…v.7 The Voice of the Lord strikes with flashes of lightening…the voice of the Lord twists the oaks and strips the forests bare. And in His temple all cry, “Glory!”
Oh how I love that Psalm. 29. Verses 3-9.