(taken in Minnesota on a dirt road on my cousin's farm)
I love this photo. The juxtaposition between the clear skies and the approaching summer storm is awesome. More than that, I love the urgency that can be felt -- as if I could relive the intensity of the moment before the first lightening bolt raced across the sky.
Thunderstorms are one of my favorite things about summer.
Now that it's fall, I'm saying good bye to them one last time.
Thunderstorms remind me of God.
He's all powerful. He can start and stop a storm with one word. With a whisper.
I need to cling to Him.
I can't outrun things, but I can pray. And believe.
