Ever since I was young, I've loved storms. Any kind of danger or edge has given me excitement, an adreniline rush, one might say. Not that thunderstorms are dangerous, but I suppose they're somewhat edgy.
I love laying in my bed hearing the rain hit the tin roof. My room lights up as God momentarily illuminates the earth. Moments later a beautiful crashing sound is heard. Next to horses hooves on the pavement, thunder and rain are the most beautiful of all sounds.
Whenever I'm outside and am truly relishing the moment, I realize how much God cares about me. Sure, I've always known that, but when you see veins of lighting flying through the sky, and bald eagles soaring over head, you know that God is so good, and must truly love us, to provide us with these blessings.
We haven't had a nice thunderstorm in a while, but last night we did. It was spectacular. I'll go as far as to say that I like them better than Fourth of July fireworks. Why do we take for granted the little, average things that can be so wonderful if we have the right mindset?
Sarah
