Tender Mercies Part Four

There's something beautiful about the power of thunderstorms in Tennessee. The sky lights up like Fantasmic. It flashes brilliant shades of purple across the sunrise like a red carpet paparazzi. The thunder bellows deep and low-- and it seems like one roll of thunder sneakily rolls into the next. And the rain. The windshield wipers of the bus can't keep up with the down pour. 

I've long been terrified of the lights and sounds of severe mthunderstorms. They're so much more intense than simple rain. But today I watched in awe and wonder as God put on a light show like children Christmas light watching in December. It's brilliant and beautiful. 

How lucky I am to know The Maker and for the gift of sight He has given me to marvel at His creations and power. I am so blessed.

Bus Conversations

Today I overheard two old friends greet each other on the morning bus. It went like this:

"Hi Veera, how are you this mornin'?"

"Blessed, friend, very blessed."

I need to think more like Veera. I'm grateful I ride the bus to work with her, and many other people. The smallest of interactions can be powerful reminders. 

And also, bus riding is great for people watching.