I love to watch Lightning. Twenty-eight years ago, I got up close and personal with lightning or it with me. The only water I had in those years was rainwater. I prayed for rain and had to act when it came. One time I was hastily carrying buckets of water from the containers at the well to my front porch containers. That was like a whirlwind or something with the winds so high. I made a choice. I desperately needed water for drinking and house toilets. On one trek to the porch from the well, I SAW white lightning with streaks of color in it as it hit the ground almost on my foot. It sounded like thunder to me - being a lightning bolt it was. I shook as I walked because the ground shook but I never stopped.
That lightning was so beautiful and crisp in sound that I felt happy being so close to the landing. It stormed all night. When I got my water bins filled, I thanked God as I took two buckets into the house for the night. That beautiful lightning hit the ground so hard I could have been overcome with fright or fallen down and become useless. Even to this day when I think about those terrible and lonely times, I marvel at what I saw. It wasn't my time or I wouldn't have been able to gather my most needed water that night. It wasn't my time at all. You contributed to bringing up memories that make me give thanks to God today for things I know and for that hallowed protection. I will share this.
