Monday, May 26, 2008

From the Storm...

6:30 a.m.

It is storming. Lightning flickers in the sky. Rain pounds the thirsty lands. Stray hail pelts the window.

And I can hear Him in the rolling thunder, once again.

I am here. I will be heard.

(Whoa. Just as I wrote that, the loudest crash of thunder I have heard in a long while rocked my world. My roommate was up with a start. We laughed and she looked outside to see how our garden was faring. But love can endure the weather.)

I hear You.

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