It’s 11:30pm, and a storm is coming. We’ve heard distant thunder for a while; it’s volume and intensity low at first, but now increasing. Yes! In a moment I’ll open my window, climb into bed, and fall asleep to the sounds of a raging storm. Perfect.
As I lock up and turn off lights downstairs, a voice comes from Brian’s bedroom.
“Dad, do you wanna watch the storm for a while?”
I almost say no. It’s late and I'm tired and I just want to go to bed. But in a year or so he’ll be off to college, and I’ll have no one to watch storms with (Candi does not share our love of thunder storms). I say yes!
We sit on the front porch where we can experience the storm without getting too wet. Soon we realize it’s one of the best storms ever! The lightening comes continuously, and with great intensity. Thunder follows just a second or two behind streaks of lightening; deep low thunder claps that rattle the house we lean against. Now the rain pours down, making a river of rapids out of Ridge Road. The lack of wind is almost eerie, and then suddenly the trees are bending. Rain now whips into our once sheltered spot, but we hang in there, not wanting to walk away from such an amazing sight.
To watch and witness God’s power together is something special. It brings back other times I sat here, with Sara and Scotty, cuddled up in blankets watching a storm. Good bonding memories.
I am so glad I decided to say yes.
I wonder how often my Abba Father calls me to experience a moment with him, and my answer is no. It’s late, and I’m too tired. It’s early, or I’m too busy. How many amazing moments have I missed by saying no to God?
I want to say yes.
Posted on
Sat, June 5, 2010
by Chris Spitters