Thunder crashes and rumbles in the skies. Listen! It's God raising his voice! Job 26:11 (MSG)
I love a good thunder storm. I especially enjoy laying in bed at night and having the windows cracked open. The cool breeze brings clean fresh air into the room, wafting over me. The white noise of the constant rain fall lulls me towards sleep. The thunder always reminds me of Job describing it as God raising His voice. Rather than fear the thunder, I find it speaks to me.
There is something about a thunder storm that whispers to me of my relationship with God. The incredible power of lightning, water and wind remind me of how massive and potent my God is. And yet, in the midst of that awesome display of force, I sleep like a baby.
How wonderful it is to know that the God of the universe holds me safely in the palm of His hand.