Driving down the highway during last night's lighting storm was one of those beautifully incredible experiences you can't really explain. It doesn't quite make sense why it was so awe-inspiring, so life-giving, so fulfilling. Yet, it was. It's good there were few other cars on the highway, I was far more concerned with the sky than my driving!
There was so much glory in that storm. It was so full of power, life, majesty. And I felt so small, so overwhelmed with the utter glory of God. He was so there in that storm, so present, the heavens were so full of Him, so boldly proclaiming His holiness.
I believe nature reflects the glory and beauty of God. It's His masterpiece, carefully carved, shaped, and welded by His hands into a thing of beauty and perfection, marred only by our own sin and failures. Yet despite this brokenness, He can still be found in the crashing waves of the ocean, the delicate wildflowers on high green hills, deep in mysterious, dark forests, in playful streams running over rocks and into rivers. He's always there, but sometimes nature displays His majesty in such an undeniable, bold manner.
Like storms, summer storms. Winter storms are too dreary. It's cold, the wind is biting, you can't stand outside and truly experience it. But summer storms are perfect. The warm air cooled by the strong winds. Dark, low-hanging clouds coating the sky, darkening the world. The air is heavy with the scent and damp of the impending rainfall.
And the bolts of lighting, crashes of thunder, lighting and breaking through the sky. Flashes of white, frightening and at the same time, graceful and pure. Like God. Mighty and powerful, intimidating and awesome, and also graceful, beautiful, gentle, and loving.
So storms remind me of the epic greatness of God. His power surrounds me, I feel so small. And as the rain comes pouring down, I feel cleansed and refreshed in His glory. A perfect balance of might and majesty and gentle love.
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