It was so thrilling. So indescribably breathtaking. It was like a strobe light in the sky. A flash and the world lights up. Suddenly it's pitch black again and raining hard as ever.
This was a walk through the woods on a night like this. The creek was rising quickly and my brother was worried about the wooden segments for the bridge that he's almost completed. They were laid out by the creek bank, and the storm was picking up pace once again. Fear was settling about the waters sweeping the critical pieces for the bridge's finish away from us forever.
We set off. In the midst of a torrent, with lighting streaming from the Heavens nonstop. Getting soaked in a storm is my favorite type of adventure. The kind of adventure that will set my eyes aglow for hours. I cannot forget times like this. I look forward to holding this memory, but I can treasure it as a current event for now.
Stormy is my nature, and I prefer it that way. When it storms, I am tranquil, and when the world remains tranquil, I am stormy. I thank my Heavenly Father for making the heavens something unforgettable.
"Stormy is my nature, and I prefer it that way. When it storms, I am tranquil, and when the world remains tranquil, I am stormy."
ReplyDeleteI love this. What a brilliant way to put it. I understand so thoroughly, for I too have a stormy nature. Thank you for putting this into words.