The thunder is really loud tonight.
As it roars across the skies, I’m reminded that my Abba God created this.
He made it. The crashing thunder. The angry drumming of rain. The howl of wind. This wild storm is His, and there is nothing wild about it to Him. It is tame and subdued before the God of the universe.
He can command it to “Be still!” If He wants to. Or He can let it continue and instead say to us, “I am your Refuge.”
And either way —
It is well.