Holy Spirit, Gift of God

Thunder is

Thunder is the sound made by lightning.

Thunder is not yet rain.

Thunder is stolen.

Thunder is like Dinosaurs walking on the earth.

Thunder is the President.

Thunder is good, Thunder is impressive, but lightning does all the work.


Now the word thunder just looks wrong.

It's nights like these when I appreciate living in England. Im in bed listening to the pitta-patta of the rain of my window and then suddenly my whole room lights up and KABOOM!

Close your eyes and listen to the rain drops. Each one is completely different. High pitched, low pitched, you can tell which ones are coming down fast, which ones are fat.

I could sit for hours listening.
It's slowing down now...makes me tired.

This picture doesn't give lightning the credit it needs. It doesn't show how powerful it can be. How quick, how bright.

The picture looks pretty and amazing, but not enough credit.

So I'm gonna make every moment of lightning and thunders, gonna watch every storm.

They remind me of my King. Nothing in this world can give him enough credit, but I will give him every moment of my life to glorify him.

posted by MissHarwood @ 23:05