Woken by huge thunderstorms in the wee hours, two nights in a row.
Going on nine years in a state which seems to specialize in huge and damaging storms, where tornado watches are routine, I like to think I’ve gotten used to thunder. I like to think I’m less afraid than I used to be. At least, I roll over and close my eyes more easily than before.
Yet still, when the thunderclaps jolt me awake, I lie in my bed and feel so small, so helpless.
If I didn’t belong to a family in which the men go outside during tornado weather, because they want to see it coming, I expect I would spend more time crouching in the hallway, in the bathroom, small and safe and stifling with mattresses and pillows.
But I don’t usually do that. I just lie in my bed and think of power outside the house. The power against which I am utterly powerless.
Have you an arm like God, and can you thunder with a voice like his? (Job 40:9)
How grateful I am to know that the mighty arms of this God are on my side.
Joining Lisa-Jo and her writing flash-mob on yesterday’s prompt: mighty. Read more about it — and about the book she’s releasing on APRIL 1! — using the button above.
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