It stormed here in Newton Saturday late afternoon/eveningish. I know the picture below isn't very discriptive of a storm but it was the sky to the north of our house. As I sat rocking Julia and it thundered I remembered when I was a little girl. To keep myself from becoming scared during thunder storms I would think that the thunder was God rearranging His furniture in His house. The louder the thunder, the bigger the piece of furniture! I would also think when it was just cloudy out that God was sad about something (I usually thought that I had been caught doing something bad and that's why He was sad!). When it was raining, God was crying. Of course I LOVE storms now but everytime I think of when I was little!