In a Lightning Storm

I was sitting on my bed about to go to sleep, but the rain was constantly pitter patting outside my window to a 4 count tempo. So instead of closing my eyes, I opened them and walked out of my house.

It was time, time to run, in my pajamas, barefoot, in the rain outside. It didn't matter that it was 12 AM or that outside thunder and lightning were conversing with each other as the rain fell upon the earth. Actually those very factors made the idea of running even more appealing, even more romantic.

I opened the door and danced in our court, danced to the strobe lights of the lightning and the beat of the thunder with the rhythm of the rain to the sleeping neighborhood and then I let loose. I ran down my street, fast, furious, hoping to gain freedom. The mewithoutYou song Timothy Hay began to float in my head. The last lines where on repeat in my mind:

What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God, what a beautiful God there must be!
What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God, what a beautiful God there must be!

Those were the perfect words to my day: Thunder and Lightning Storms in the beginning of June starting at dusk continuing on through midnight, time of intercession and fellowship with my dear friend Sandi Padilla, and the rescue of a baby owl.

I will start with Sandi. Sandi is a dear prophet friend of mine. She hears the voice of God so clearly, and I am so blessed that I get to have fellowship with her. Today we spent nearly the entire day together, blessing one another. We are fighting the battle of freedom together this summer. Often times I get so discouraged about the battle that I am fighting, when I see the temptations becoming sins and taking root in my life. I am so blessed that Sandi is walking with me and encouraging me as I encourage her. On my way home from Sandi time, I saw a little owl on the side of the road, sitting there with frightened eyes.

He was so tiny, no bigger than my hand so I pulled over to offer my assistance. His beak was bleeding. I'm not a nurse, nor a caretaker, but I do have a mother heart and so I offered the little orphan owl what I could. I picked him up and put him in my car in the passenger seat, and I drove him home. I wanted to keep the little bird, but my mother had other ideas so I was forced to take him to the bird Sanctuary. I hope he did find sanctuary there, the lady there who checked him in did not seem friendly.

My thoughts turned to the present again as my feet felt the earth beneath them and I smiled to myself as I experienced this freedom. There certainly is a beautiful God, a God who lets me feel the earth and run, a God who creates storms, a God who uses people to speak into my life, a God who lets me be friends with baby Owls, a God who is beautiful beyond all description. What a beautiful God, What a beautiful God, What a beuatiful God there must be and I'm glad I know him. At that moment the rain stopped and I felt my cleansed body restored. There is no more Sin, Only Freedom.