As a child I despised thunderstorms. As an adult, well, I still despise them.
So, it should be of no surprise to me that tonight, during the most rumbly, rainy thunderstorm we have had in a while, I am up at almost 2:00 a.m. with my almost 6 year old son, Colton, armed with a flashlight and a smile, assuring him (and let's face it, me too) that God is almost done watering the earth.
A night some may dread, but one I treasure.
