“…the sudden release of bottled-up convective energy – like the bursting of a balloon – can result in severe thunderstorms…”
Lightning. Thunder. Huge thunder. Not even that close. But it shook the entire building. I am amazed. Not many man-made things have that much power. To shake an entire three-story building from maybe around a mile away.
Lightning. Pouring rain. It hasn’t rained like this in a long time. Sheets and sheets. I stayed in the car for maybe an hour hoping it would let up. No. Still going hours later. Fascinating.
Seemed like it came out of nowhere. A long hot summer as usual. And then this deluge of needed rain. I am amazed that it’s been going for hours. Not your typical Texas storm.
Of course I draw spiritual parallels. Hoping this storm is a metaphor for how I’ve been in a long dry spell spiritually. Not inside. But outside. It’s been unrelenting pressure. I pray for relief. For a change of seasons. For refreshment.
These storms are so powerful. They remind me how small I am on this big earth. How the world doesn’t revolve around me. Of course. But sometimes we get so focused on the detail of something in front of us and we forget the big picture.
These storms also remind me of how big God must be. Just a flash of lightning. A crack. And then the thunderclap afterwards. The big harvest moon, the relentless sun. The enormous ocean.
So small and yet so loved. Blows my mind.