I know people who are ceraunophiles; they love the thunder and lightning.
I have a friend who loves to sit on her porch during the thunder storms. She thinks the lightning is beautiful and somehow she finds peace in the display of God’s power.
I do not.
I know God places each bolt of lightning just where He destined it to be, but I will never enjoy watching it.
God is awesome and I will forever be fearful of Him and respect Him. I cannot be sure there isn’t a bolt of lightning meant for me.
When God spoke with Moses on Mount Sinai, He would not let the Hebrew children come close. He spoke in words that shook like thunder through the cloud by day. But the children were afraid of the Lord. With trembling limbs and closed eyes, they bowed themselves down in reverence to their God.
Am I one of Christ’s children? I know not. But what I do know is that He, the Lord God Almighty, the I AM, is the only one to fear. I’m not afraid of the lightning; I respect and fear the Lord. His power and wrath are supreme. His mercy and grace are sufficient for me, but God is jealous and I fear that I am unworthy of His love. I fear I have idols that I hold in high regard. I’m afraid I have blasphemed the name of the Lord.
So when the clouds gather, and the thunder starts to sound, I will praise His precious name and beg for His sweet mercy. God is the only One who can save my soul.
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