It's at times like these that I am inspired. When the air is cool, crisp, and so clean. When the skies darken, and the clouds roll in. The lightning strikes wonder in my eyes, and seconds following, my ears are filled with a display of Your majesty. Rolling claps of thunder. I feel like a grain of sand - minute and so weak.
It's at times like these when I realize Your power and my need for a Saviour. One who creates the thunder, and knows everything. That blinding bolt of light, how pure and strong. Rain begins to patter on the ground, puffs of dust arise off the stepping stones. The drops fall with higher frequency, humidity rises, and a fresh scent wafts through my open bay window where I sit, imagining.
Imagining how people could think God a figment in times like these.
Because it's in times like these when I know, without a doubt, that You exist. You exist out of love for my well being. In times like these.
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