I'm writing this as a storm has kept me awake. There is something about thunderstorms that I love. I used to hate them as a kid. My dad, who Pastored for 32 years took me to a tornado ravaged neighborhood when I was 5. He was visiting someone from church who had lost their home. It was 1974 and it was called "the day of the killer tornadoes". Good times.
But eventually my dad took me to the garage during a thunderstorm, opened the doors and told me to listen to the beauty in the storm. Don't fear it, enjoy it. I've loved them ever since.
Now if I could just do the same thing for my 5 year old. I'm expecting her any minute.
