It looked like a huge bottom of a black boot coming to trample us. Crashes of thunder and flashes of exotic light were behind the boot, but it was huge and it was coming to our house. The clouds were ominous and the thunder was earth shaking. My storm chaser and I were out in the front trying to decipher the face of the sky and catch it on film. It was beautiful and moving, but not swirling, so we weren't going to take complete cover. Evelyn couldn't take our blind indifference to the rushing winds and the coming torrents. She was going to lock us out of the house, just to get us back for scaring her, as we did. I am glad she didn't because, when the fear factor set in, we were glad we had an open door to take cover inside.
I love to see how the angels do a fireworks show. There is nothing like it. It is truly my independence day and I am grateful to have lived to see that every high and lofty power is subject to the Lord of Glory.
Every valley will be exalted and every mountain and hill made low
She was a mountain, that I could never see above and now she is gone. Her taunting and squashing is just a vague memory. I try to remember, when I am handling the little ones in my life, that I will have to answer to God, also for my use of my maternal authority. God's thunder and lightning reminded me of that.
Fathers, provoke not!
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