At 4:15 this morning, we're hit by a serious thunderstorm. I'm up, out of bed, dressed, glasses, hair up in 1 minute. Off to check the weather online. Praise the Lord for laptops!
Tornado warning?! Everyone into the closet!
Caleb is four and a half months old and has only been woken up (purposely), maybe, twice. He looked completely dazed.
Here were his thoughts on the matter:
Wow. Mommy's here. It's too early to get up. Where are we going? Nice. These speakers are excellent. The thunderstorm on my iPhone sounds so realistic. Why are we in the closet? Am I really awake? Hey, Uncle Jimmy. Ooh, I want to touch Sophie. Why are we still sitting here? This is weird. I'm not sure I've ever been in this closet...
If only we'd taken a photo.
Most beautiful thing? It took him, maybe, 7 minutes to go back to sleep. (He only sleeps in his crib, and we don't rock him anymore.)
Hopefully he'll stay this way. Mommy and the dogs may be freaking out, but I'm just chillin'.
Caleb totally believes Psalm 4:8. "In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety."
P.S. This storm makes me thankful, incredibly thankful that I am no longer under God's wrath. If a thunderstorm is this frightening and destructive, I cannot begin to imagine God's holy anger against a person. "Or do you presume on the riches of his kindness and forbearance and patience, not knowing that God's kindness is meant to lead you to repentance? But because of your hard and impenitent heart you are storing up wrath for yourself on the day of wrath when God's righteous judgment will be revealed."
(Romans 2:4, 5 ESV)
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