Somewhere Along In The Bitterness
I appreciate the weather before a storm. When sh and I were kayaking far far away from shore, thunder began to roar, and we saw through the horizon over the sea. The huge black clouds rolling in, the smaller clouds wisping by, and this tornado-forming cloud gathering over the coastline. Lightning streaks the sky, and the sea raged with churning waters. We paddled our way back in this weather like in the movies. My arms ached as we tried to battle against the wind.
In that instance, was God's majesty.
And we stood in the shelter freezing while the rain just poured heavily. But I miss having a deluge like this. So I stood there and lay still.
Why, do I feel like that boy in the dark corner of a beautiful cell when I have practically all I can have?