Thanks Helen.  You know, I don't know if I'd really have had time to think
about it, and not obey.  God was just so good as to have taken care of me.
Smile.

Wish you were over here and we could have coffee together this a.m.  We
could include other early risers too, like Charlie, and whoever, and we'd
have an echurch coffee.  Smile.  Of course we'd serve tea too and maybe some
pastries.

Blessings,
Vicki






----- Original Message -----
From: "Helen" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, June 29, 2004 5:38 AM
Subject: Re: Electrically speaking


> Good morning, Vicki and Everyone,
>
> Vicki, that is a great testimony to obedience.  So glad you and Rory are
safe!
> Isn't the Lord wonderful in keeping His promises to us?
>
> Helen
>
>
> Earlier, 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 .