In The Flood: What We Do Understand When God’s Voice Thunders And We Don’t Understand
PTSD-like, I jolt upright, eyes saucer-wide in midnight’s strobing light. At a single crack, I’m on high alert, as the thunder rolls and the lightening strikes. As the rain pours down, again. Because it used to be that I’d snuggle cozy undercover in a thunderstorm, as the rain poured down. But that all changed last week….