God, a word about Your thunderstorms, if I may

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 … Read more

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