Dear God,
For as long as I can remember, I’ve claimed affection for Your thunderstorms. Practically, they generate the most glorious and relaxing white noise I’ve ever experienced. Philosophically, they remind me of how life works, and I appreciate their rejuvenation and replenishment. Nostalgically, they remind me of being a little boy and sitting with my dad in the garage, both of us silently enjoying the sights and smells.
However, 2011 hasn’t been such a fun year in this regard.
There was the April 27 business, of course, which I certainly don’t intend to minimize by giving it only a single sentence in this post. There have also been events like early this morning, where nothing at all is forecast, and the first inkling I get of it is opening the back door and hearing/feeling the Squalls of Gehenna from the north. (Then the schmucks at the NWS oh-so-helpfully update their forecast. You ever see the “weather rock”? Of course You have. You’re God. But I digress.)
As You know, I don’t generally pray for specific outcomes, but rather that Your will be done (and that, should I have an actionable role in it, You help me to see it). However, in this case, I’m making an exception. Could You please make thunderstorms more like they used to be? The 2011 edition is disruptive and destructive. My city has been shut down for a week. My friends and neighbors have lost their houses.
Also, they’re really scaring the hell out of my dog and reliably putting him off his food for a couple of days.
Thank You for Your consideration.
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That was quite startling last night. Maybe God hates our trees.
Truly a startling experience Thursday morning. Hope you and family are okay.
I’m with ‘Seester…He has it in for the Bradford Pear trees.
We’re all good. Hope y’all are too.
I hadn’t considered this year a divine declaration of war on Bradford pears, but there might be some validity to that. 🙂