*I didn't take this picture some guy at NitschkePhotography.com did. But I am sure it might look like that now with this storm
The storms have come at last to Wawona.
I'm not talking figuratively either.
Apparently the whole month of August in the past has been slam packed full of the storms but this year they have waited a few months. They have waited until October. There is something melancholy about sitting inside on a Sabbath afternoon while the rain falls, the lighting strikes and the thunder booms.
I love how storms can mirror the same thing that is going on inside sometimes. Other times it is a storm that reminds me how calm and warm things are. This storm right now is one that reminds me of the greatness of God and how He is still in control of my life. Perhaps after the thunder stops I will hear God in the still small voice.
That's what I am looking for. I am searching for and I am waiting for. That still small voice that I have heard in the past.
My heart has heard you say, “Come and talk with me.”
And my heart responds, “Lord, I am coming.”