What a surprise. I woke up to THUNDERSTORMS. AGAIN. If only they will stay at bay long enough for me to get on my airplane tomorrow and for us to fly above them, I will be in a nice climate. It never stops. Thunder and lightning. There was a day I would have been thrilled. The middle of June and still in the 60s and 70s—but I actually would prefer it disgustingly hot., At least the rumble doesn’t make your head pound. You just hide out in the air conditioned house lamenting Southern summers. But this is ridiculous. I think it might be worse than last winter when I started this blog and could not wait to get to California and spring. But what is so amazing is to read back on that and my longings for spring—then to look at my song and that line “winter is gone and the springtime has come.” What God did with one little idea!

Well, I am going to early prayer. Maybe by the time it is over the storms will pass for a few hours.