I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, but that makes no difference to the sky. One minute it’s dark. The next minute it lights up with a blue flash. Then it goes dark again.
Me: Do you feel that?
Stella: The wind is rising. It feels good. Where are the stars?
Me: Hidden by clouds. It’ll be almost 20 degrees cooler by morning.
Stella: Does the blue flashing light make the air colder?
Stella: What is the light?
Me: We call it ‘lightning’. It is electricity.
Stella: Did the Great Creator make it?
Me: Yes, I believe so. When I see it, it makes me think of Him.
Stella: It scares me a little.
Me: Me, too. God is great. He can be scary, too. But He is love.
Stella: Is electricity dangerous?
Stella: Then why are we standing out here in it?
Me: It’s not here quite yet. Look at the chickens. They know. They’re getting their last feed in before the storm hits.
Stella: They aren’t usually out this far after dark.
Me: They sense that they may have to stay in their chicken house for a while. This storm is supposed to pass by in a few hours.
Stella: Will we be all right?
Me: By God’s good grace and mercy, yes.
Stella: How can you be sure?
Me: Well, He and I have had a few adventures together. I’ve never found Him to be absent or lacking. I’ll have to tell you sometime about the Supercell storm my daughter and I outran 2 years ago. He was with us that day.
Stella: What if He has gone on vacation, the way the humans do?
Me: He never slumbers or sleeps. And He doesn’t go on vacation. He is always God.
Stella: Even now, with the sky all lit up like blue fire?
Me: Especially now. But He does expect us to use the sense He gave us, so let’s go on inside. Do you feel that? The rain is starting.
Stella: It feels like a shower except colder.
Me: Yes. Except colder.
Stella: Let’s go in now! Nobody likes cold showers!
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