Reflections Through the Storm

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It's about a quarter past three in the morning and I can't sleep.

White light is continually flickering through the windows reminding me of being in the dark living room on a Friday night and watching a black/white movie.

The rain is driving against the house, beating it with a violent force.

Thunder is cracking as well, and I wonder; is there a better, more descriptive adjective to describe the sound that thunder makes?

Microsoft Word assures me that there is not (at least not one that it's willing to give so late at night, poor sleepy program that it is), so the thunder is indeed cracking. Sounds like the firing of a rifle, really.

Lightning is still flashing through all four windows and the room completely lights up every few minutes. I would dearly love to go back to sleep and continue my dream which I vaguely remember being about a beautiful purple dress (one that was probably on sale, too), but I can't quite yet with the storm still raging.

It was much worse about ten minutes ago and I debated deserting my bedroom entirely for the safe comfort of the living room--a mind at three o'clock in the morning can create quite vivid imaginations of tornadoes suddenly ripping through, you understand--when I walked into the study and found Dad on the computer checking the weather doplar.

We were in the line of red, right in the thick of it.

But seeing Dad, knowing he was up and awake and making sure of things made it all right. I'm back in the bedroom and trying to process a coherent thought. Because while it's a real comfort to know that Dad is watching out through the night storm, it's moreso to realize that God is watching out, too.

"What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee." Psalms 56:3

The storm is over now.

While I've sat here with this blog post, it has gradually moved on and not even a flicker of lightning is coming through the windows anymore. Leftover raindrops are glowing on the window screen, lit by the security light shining outside.
 
I'm going back to sleep now. Night's lesson?

Keep remembering that God is in control through the night storms and through life storms. Good night, y'all.

Note: I wrote this the other night during a series a violent storms that came through South Georgia. We did wake up to a pretty morning, much like the photo above that I made several years ago.