The thunderstorm growled some distance away. Lightning stretched through the dark sky, electric fingers reaching over many miles lighting up the land.
Moments of flashing light illuminated the road ahead of me. Beautiful licks of streaking light danced across the sky as I balanced watching the performance and the road. It was no use, I had to pull the car over to give full attention to God’s stunning display of power.
I searched for my phone in hopes that I might be able to catch some of God’s glory through the lens of the camera. I didn’t have much time to wait, but the constant dance of electricity before my eyes gave me reason to think I might just get lucky.
A gust of soft, warm, sweet smelling summer air filled the car as I rolled down the window, a light mist falling on my face and neck. The sky was quiet as I held the camera still. There was not a sound but the gentle breeze as it swept past through the long, grassy fields surrounding me.
“Come on…” I whispered, my finger poised on the shutter button. “Come on…”
The mist coming in through the window was cool but gentle and I shivered slightly. “Please,” I said “give me something…”
I sat perfectly still pointing the lens through the lightly draping mist in the direction of the rumbles.
The mist continued to float lightly into the car, dampening my face and hands and I figured the lens on the camera had gotten wet enough that even if I was able to catch a glimpse, it would be distorted. So I took my finger off the shutter button and set down my phone to wipe it off.
The sky lit up with a vast array of light.
“Of course.” I said with a laugh. I scooped up my phone to capture the radiance and in an instant darkness encompassed the car.
“Come on!!” I wailed. “Give me one, please, just let me see one!” I was begging to the Creator of this universe for one glimpse, one more peek at His glory.
The wind picked up a bit and I could almost feel God’s amusing laughter as I sat there perfectly still willing one more lightning strike, just one more. My finger cramped as it sat, fixed in position, not moving for fear of missing another opportunity.
“Come on…” I urged, “I have to go. Just give me one…”
The blackness squeezed in on me, the light from the dashboard grew brighter, a beacon signaling me as a reminder that I had somewhere to be.
“Please, just one…” I begged.
“Fine.” I said, defeated and removed my hand from its spot and placed my phone in my lap.
I sat there dumbstruck as the most beautiful stretch of powerful light broke through the darkness. A kinetic surge of bright white ribbons swirled and danced in front of me as I shook my head and placed the car in gear.
“Really?!!” I laughed incredulously.
“Ok, I get it…”
“Don’t tell You what to do.”
“…who are you, O man, who answers back to God? The thing molded will not say to the molder, ‘Why did you make me like this,’ will it?” Romans 9:20
“Woe to the one who quarrels with his Maker– An earthenware vessel among the vessels of earth! Will the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you doing?’ Or the thing you are making say, ‘He has no hands‘?” Isaiah 45:9