Woke up this morning to the sound of thunder roaring and echoing across the hills. Rain beat down on the tin roof like a thousand little feet marching in time.
Suddenly silence fell, muffling the last of the echoing thunder and marching raindrops. Off in the distance a rumbling sounded, echoed and amplified over and over until finally it reached the house, where it rattled the windows and frightened the pups. One last bright flash of brilliant white, a final explosion of sound and wave after wave of rain beating on the roof.
Sounds like a typical Spring storm in West Virginia, doesn't it? And to must people it would be, but to me it's a wonderful event, even though I'm frightened of storms.
You see, it was 7:23 am when I woke up. I was born exactly 51 years ago at 7:23 this morning!
Our glorious God woke me up to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CHILD and to remind me of his awesome power.
Thank you God for giving me yet another day, yet another year, to enjoy the wonders that have been created by Your hand.