God was bowling last night....

Last night, roughly around 1am, God decided he wanted to go bowling.  And obviously He was winning because the angels were weeping at their loss...

OK, but seriously folks, we had an amazing thunderstorm at 1am!  I'm originally from Ridgecrest, CA.  It is where I spent my early childhood till I was 16.  And, for everyone who has never heard of it, it us a small Navy town in the Mojave Desert.  Yes, Navy and desert are used in the same geographical location.  Long story.  But anyway, as I was saying, I'm originally from R/C and as you can imagine, rain and thunderstorms are kind of a big deal.  So I never take them for granted.

And last night was no different.  I couldn't sleep and didn't know why.  Now I do- I don't sleep during thunderstorms.  They are too raw, too beautiful, to miss.  The energy it produces excites me.

I can remember as a kid laying on my bed, facing my window, and watching those rare thunderstorms with so much joy.  It was a reminder that even in the desert there has to be a break from the monotony of hot, dry weather.  Even God had a sense of humor making a fight in the sky.

The flashing of the lightening and the following roll of thunder, it made me remember my childhood and laying in that single bed watching the storm roll.  Made me miss the easier days.

But then I hear my daughter moving in her crib and I realized that I wouldn't change anything about my life. 

That one day, Nono and I will lay in my bed, open all the shades, and watch God go bowling.