The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders; the Lord thunders over the mighty waters.

The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is majestic…

The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars…

The voice of the Lord strikes with flashes of lightning…

And all in his temple cry, “Glory!” (Psalm 29:3-9)

It’s 3:45 a.m. where I live, and I was just awakened by a rainstorm.

The lightning is flashing.

The thunder is booming.

The wind is howling.

The dog is trembling.

The backyard is flooding.

And my heart is crying, “Glory!”

Glory! to the One who created it all.

Glory! to the One who has power beyond imagining.

Glory! to the One who brings life and death, creation and destruction, by the merest thought.

Glory! to the One who commands the cosmos

and yet stoops to notice

and love

my shriveled little heart

and call me

Beloved.

Happy Friday, Beloved.  Take today by storm.