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 extra
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