Thanks Pat. After all your experience last Summer, it would be difficult to
think of storms. I agree, there is something you can really feel in the air
when it is so electrically charged or something.
Vicki
----- Original Message -----
From: "Pat Ferguson" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 8:16 AM
Subject: Re: Electrically speaking
> 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 .
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