A morning thunderstorm
greeted me as I awoke to the breaking day. Something special passed through my
soul as the thunder rumbled in the early dawn and gentle drops of rain tapped
against the window pane.
As first, I snuggled deeper underneath my bed covers
and lay in silence listening to the voice of nature emerging from the morning
storm. It was as if my soul were soaking
in the refreshment of the washing of the earth. I felt an inner joy, a cleansing
of sorts; perhaps, a renewal of both my body and my mind. The pleasantness of
the moment erased all concerns of the day.
Then, as if my spirit said, “Enough already. Time to
rise and start the day,” I sat up, took a deep breath, and whispered a soft
“Thank you” to the One who provided a morning, “Hello.”
“The LORD thundered from
heaven, and the Most High uttered His voice.” 2 Samuel 22:14