Vicki,

Oh! Loving! I'm so glad you and Roary didn't go out side. It was The Lord
telling you not to go out side. I'm so scared of thunder and lightening and
we have a lot of it here.

Some times when the lightening gets so bad here, I can feel it though my
body, it's hard to explain, but it's scarey, also.

Praying for you and Roary's safety, and for no more thunder storms like that.

Many lovings and squeezings.

Love and Blessings,
Pat Ferguson
At 05:52 AM 6/29/04, you 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 .