Every time I hear thunder rumbling across the night scape outside my window I can't help but remember my first trip to Arizona. I was only 5 years old but I remember it like it was yesterday. My family was visiting my grandmother's in Gila Bend or Benson i am not sure which,and a storm was moving its way toward us, through the mountains and across the desert. The huge bolts of lightening were streaking toward the earth emblazoning the clouds, the desert and all that was in it as God shared his mighty power with us.
At five years old I was frightened. I had never seen anything as awesome as this but soon I was mesmerized by its strength, power and beauty. The golden lightening streaked through the sky far off in the distance and for some reason it slowly calmed my fear and cast a peaceful serenity over me. In my simple young mind, the lightening was God writing across the sky with a golden pen. To this day I remember telling my mom those very words.
So on a night like tonight when a storm lights the distant sky, my memory takes me back
more than fifty years to an Arizona desert and a night that changed forever the way I look at storms.
Until next time...John
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