I was blessed as a child to live in a hilltop house that had large windows. I could sit in the living room in an old rocking chair, look through the glass, and see the countryside for miles and miles. Since those windows faced eastward I saw many sunrises, during my formative years. I can remember the look of the land in winter, spring, summer, and fall, and I relish to recall views of the sky from the comfort of my rocking chair perch.
Thunderstorms were among my favorites. My heart beat faster, as the winds drove great raindrops against the windowpane. Lightning flashed from cloud to cloud across the heavens. The trunks and branches of the trees whipped this way and that. How exciting to press my face against the glass, to feel the house shudder, to hear great thunderclaps, and to see the wet, whirling majesty of dancing skies!
On certain occasions those storms were so violent, Mom insisted we all go to the basement. There was a tornado watch or perhaps a tornado warning. I went reluctantly. I would rather have stayed by the picture window, waiting, watching, and thrilling at the sight!
Reading Psalm 29 evokes those memories for me. I imagine that my soul is akin to the psalmist's, for the psalmist links the awe of chaotic wind and water with awe of a mighty God. The psalmist hears a call to worship in the storm of his senses. By the beauty of God's storm-swept creation the psalmist is led to prayer and praise for the Creator.
Indeed, may the LORD give strength to the people. May the LORD give us peace...
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