As you might guess from looking at the collection of photos that cycle behind the blog title, I have a thing for thunderstorms. I’m not sure exactly what it is that draws me to them, perhaps it’s just the display of God’s power reminding me of just how powerless I truly am. I remember going to the mountains surrounding Phoenix one year on the Fourth of July to watch the fireworks. As we were waiting for the man-made fireworks to start, a ring of lightning storms surrounded the Valley, presenting an incredible show of God’s fireworks that the mere works of man couldn’t hope to match. It’s invigorating to be out just after the storm, to taste the tang of the ozone, to feel the renewal of land and marvel in the wondrous works of God.

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  1. I have always been a fan of thunder and lightning storms. When I was a kid I would trade rooms with my brother when there was a storm because he had a room upstairs and I was in the basement. I loved to go to sleep to the sounds of the storm.

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