It's that time again for Texas thunderstorms-my favorite time of year. And as the rain falls I think of a song that states you are the Mother Earth..the mother of your baby child...the one to whom you gave life. When I was younger, and now still, I love to watch thunderstorms. I sit outside and stare in amazement as lightning pierces the darkened sky. The wind and mist from the falling rain kiss my face. But most of all, I love to watch, because I feel at peace.
There is something special about thunderstorms. The awesomeness of it all reminds me of someone greater than myself. Lightning has the opportunity to create raw energy or destroy. It represents a delicate balance from which I have become aware.
In my line of work, I am reminded on a daily basis the preciousness of life--the extreme delicate balance between life and death--the thin line people walk on everyday, and often times don't even realize it. In an instant, your life can be taken without foresight or forewarning. In all honesty, it scares me, but I take it as an opportunity to appreciate life and the time given to me with that life.
The lightning strikes fast and with a flash of light. This light reminds me of the light to which I was born into and the light to which I will leave this Earth.
It's that time again for Texas thunderstorms-my favorite time of year. And as the rain falls I think of a psalm: Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell.
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