Brad, LOL!

Leave it to you to think of that.  Hum... Wonder why I didn't think of that.
Smile.  There was no floor concern.  So he must have been just upset over
the big thunder boomers.

Vicki

----- Original Message -----
From: "Brad Dunse" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 6:05 AM
Subject: Re: Electrically speaking


> Aren't those little gems great when they are so obvious to us in the
moment
> of need? Great story and told very well. One question that I wondered
after
> reading it was... if your pup quit pacing to go out after the loud clap,
> you might check the floor this morning near your door where he/she was
> standing lol.
>
> Brad
>
>
> Vicki and The Rors wrote:
> >I don't recall having so many night storms as we have had in the last few
> >years. This particular night, I was jolted awake by a loud clap of
thunder
> >and the ever increasing sound of rain collecting on the roof top.  First
it
> >tapped on the roof gently but incessantly.   Then it opened up to a
steady
> >drone, and quickly grew in to a deluge, pounding the roof with a loud
roar
> >and drenching everything in its path.  I wondered by the size of the
> >droplets if it was going to turn in to hale and wreak havoc on the
beautiful
> >flowers on my patio and the large produce garden next door.  .  Rory, my
> >5-year-old Yellow Labrador who has taken a sound dislike to the noisy
> >thunder was restless.  I knew he didn't like the sudden interruption to
his
> >sleep anymore than I did.  I thought, however, that he might really need
to
> >go outside to relieve himself, as he kept insisting on prancing back and
> >forth to the door.  I didn't relish the thought of going out, but The
rain
> >began to let up, and I thought we could manage to slip out, take care of
> >business and get back inside quickly while there appeared to be a lull in
> >the action.  So I dressed, after a fashion, and took the leash from it's
> >standard abode, fastened it to Rory's collar and placed my hand on the
door
> >knob.  Just that second, the words, "don't go out there," went through my
> >mind.  Then,  the next words more powerfully spoken, "do not go out
there."
> >Instantly there was a loud clap of thunder with a crack to it.  I knew by
> >that sound that the lightning was close.  and I had that Erie physical
> >feeling that happens when an electrical storm has just dumped a bunch of
> >current in to the air.  I stood there shaking from my sandled feet to the
> >top of my head, knowing that God in his infinite wisdom had just placed
his
> >protective hand over the two of us.  The storm continued to rage,
however, I
> >found myself focusing away from the storm and onto those words still
ringing
> >in my spirit.  I was afraid.  No longer of the storm, but I feared
> >disobeying that protective covering I was now so keenly aware of. Whether
> >those words were spoken in to my spirit and echoed through my mind, or
> >whether there was a real audible voice, I'm not sure.  It really doesn't
> >matter.  The results were the same.  My shaking hand released from the
door
> >knob, I put the leash back in its place, and person and beast returned to
> >their beds with the continuing steady pitter patter of rain drops on the
> >roof, and the sound of thunder fading in to the distance..  Both of us
> >settled down to finish our rest for the night knowing that the Creator
God
> >still cares for his creatures, wondering if a healthy dose of fear of
> >disobeying the Lord in any way might not be good for all of us .
>
> Brad
>
>    God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, not his
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