I woke in the night to the sound of rain falling
Hitting the tin roof in notes of jazz scatting
Thunder and Lightning
If God is the God of the storms, the power and fury, shouldn’t we also find God in the storms?
Wind and Rain
A refuge from the assault and yet, is He not also the assualt itself, to awaken people to the glory of Himself on display?
May you find a peace and comfort in the midst of the storms of this life.