Thunderstorms

When I was growing up, I would sometimes as a kid sit with my father on the front porch of our home in the mountains of North Carolina, and we would watch thunderstorms.

My dad loved them, and as long as I was with him, I did too. No matter how much lightning or how loud the thunder.

Now that I think about it, it’s the same with my heavenly Father. Thunderstorms as it were, don’t frighten him, and as long as I’m with him, I’m okay too. There is never any perspiration on his upper lip, that always makes thunderstorm bearable.

I’m Steve Brown. You think about that.

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