Stormy, Yellow Thoughts of Thunder and Puddles

Kitty likes umbrella in the rain, too

The potbellied raindrops came thundering down, the cat hid under the bed, the dog barked at the booms, the kids danced all silly out there under umbrellas, and I was in awe. Don’t you love a good storm?

The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders. ~Psalm 29:3

It was rolling out there last night and I couldn’t take my eyes off the yellow hue of the sky, the light spectrum showing off a new reflection. Now, yellow can have a lowly meaning, as in a yellow-bellied coward. But did you know that a pure, bright yellow is the easiest color to see and that some people blind to other colors can usually still see yellow? And yellow can also symbolize wisdom, intelligence, joy, creativity, and of course energy, as in the powerful energy source of the sun. Have you seen yellow after a storm?

It’s His glory I hear in every rumble and His splendor I see in every strike of light. I do feel small at times like these, and wonder who am I that you are mindful of me?

And then, suddenly, the sun broke through! If only you could have seen through the new lens that flipped, creating vivid, high-contrast shadows thrown long from the junipers, you’d beam and be in awe, too. Thunder still pealed in the distance, echoing a reminder from a far corridor that God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways and he does great things beyond our understanding (Job 37:5).

Luke found a puddle in the midst of this, as all children do, his toes squishing the sticky earth as delighted as a rhino taking a mud bath, while rain pelted his enormous maroon and white umbrella, magnifying the sound of every drop to the decibel of a cannon. I did the same as a child, and would have wondered at any kid in my desert who didn’t like to jump puddles with face in the rain.

Why is this so, this irresistible draw to these pools in the mud? Maybe we’re born to love this, some wild sense of freedom and power, and weren’t we born of the dirt anyway? That day when God scooped up a handful of soil from the ground, it must have been wet and moist, for in those days before the rain the water came from the depths. We all desire to know where we come from, and this was the beginning.

And could it be there’s a sense in this small puddle of the child feeling so big it’s like walking on water? That’s what Jesus did in a storm–He walked on water, so I suppose it’s natural for us to long for the same.

Today, there’s no trace of the storm. It fled fast across mountains and plains for new encounters, and I’m left with the reverberations in my head, and continued pondering of His displays of power. As Psalm 29 ends, after a vivid description of God in the storms, we’re told that “the Lord blesses his people with peace.”

Peace to you~I love that it ends with peace.

{Counting One Thousand Gifts~41-50}:

::thunderstorms::best friends::visiting sisters::tennis with child and grandma::chess with a friend::wildflowers picked for me::great coaches::boys learning football::catching crawdads::river play::

Cheri and me, so fun to catch up!JJ & Kailie, best buds!
Nancy comes to visit!
Luke learns tennis!JoJo loves tennis, too
Grandma plays at 82!
Levi teaches Charlie some chess
Josie picked me this gorgeous wildflower!
Levi learns some football
awesome football coach!

Deschutes River fun
Jaime's up to it again...catching crawdads

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7 Responses to Stormy, Yellow Thoughts of Thunder and Puddles

  1. Julia (as in Aunt Julia II) says:

    Thought i’d send you a quick thank you before i get out my own journal. How COULD i have left out “Thunderstorms”?!?!?!?????????!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Jen says:

    Oh Julia! I’m about to phone you…hope it’s not too late…but now I know you’re up!

  3. Kristin says:

    The opening to your story tickles me. Loved the sound of rain as I heard it here in your poetic writing. I never thought about the color yellow (thank you for opening my eyes) I will look for it next time….

  4. Beautifully written. Are the tennis courts at your house?

  5. Jen says:

    Kristin, thanks! I forgot to mention that there were also big hail stones mixed in with the rain…it was quite a storm, and the hail certainly added to the noise. And after the yellow came a soft pink, it was amazing.

    Anita, the tennis courts are up on a hill on the south end of town. Wish they were at my house–we would like to build them someday soon!

  6. Jen says:

    Thank you, Michelle!

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