Summer is softly winding to a close. It was a memorable few months - Abby officially freed herself of floaties. Emerson played in a new summer softball league. Landon led us through many a puzzle while we all suffered through Abby's first experience with Kumon. We finished up softball! Abby began basketball and Landon continued in it. We said goodbye to Abby's best friend and my dear friend as they moved away. The kids enjoyed sewing camp and VBS, rooting for the Dodgers, and going to the Hollywood Bowl for the first time.
We decided Abby was old enough for an adventure and whisked the kids to Costa Rica for a week. We closed out our travel with our annual family fishing trip to the Eastern Sierra's.
Through all our coming and goings, I've been slowly reading the autobiography of the women who started BSF (Bible Study Fellowship). Taking her story with us wherever we went. It was through the intersection of her story and the environment I was in, that God spoke to me. I know that this was not a coincidence.
While serving as a missionary in China, Audrey Wetherell Johnson, said, “The high school was at the far end of the compound where we missionaries had received our language training and overlooked a large beautiful garden. This is where I had some precious meetings with the Lord in the early days in China. It turned out that my bedroom also overlooked the garden, and I would push my bedding out onto my balcony, cover it with water proofing, and fashion an umbrella over my head. I reveled in the thunderstorms. Remembering what the Bible says in Psalm 29 and again in Job that the thunder is His voice.”
THE THUNDER IS HIS VOICE. 💥 I looked up the references. Job 37:1-14
On our last night in Costa Rica there was the greatest thunderstorm I have ever experienced. The lighting and thunder were clapping back at one another in mighty anger. The wind was blowing and the heavens were pouring.
Just listen to his thunderous voice
and the rumbling that comes from His mouth.
He lets it loose beneath the entire sky;
His lightning to the end of the earth.
Then there comes a roaring sound;
God thunders with His Majestic voice. (37:2-4)
The thunder is His voice.
Emerson and I sat huddled in silence under the covers watching the storm unfold before us.
God thunders wondrously with His voice;
for He does great things that we cannot comprehend. For He says to the snow, "fall to the earth"
and the torrential rains, his mighty torrential rains,
serve as his sign to all mankind,
so that all men may know His work. (37:5-7)
The thunder is His voice.
There in the middle of the greatest thunderstorm ever God revealed Himself to us, moment by moment, thunder by thunder, lighting by lighting!
Keep listening to the thunder of His voice and the rumbling that comes from His mouth. (37:2)
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| A screenshot of a video of the thunderstorm |
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