We’re sitting in the living room (or is the family room? How can you tell which is which?) watching the skies over our house filled time & time again with almost constant flashes of lightning. Thunder booms. It’s the first real thunderstorm that I can remember in a long, long time. It’s Moby & PJ’s first one – they’re… concerned. Me too, though I’m attempting to be strong for the Weez.

Got around to looking at the “Duffy cam” & the weather overview of our area looks so non-threatening. It belies the furor in the air.

I’m pondering the lyric to “How Great Thou Art” – because rolling thunder is pretty stinking scary to me. The other things the author mentions are kinda awe-inspiring, but the thunder drives me under the bed.

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!