Thunder is rolling like the Rolling Thunder Review of Bob Dylan fame. Southern Illinois is a land of storms. Storms have a bit of a calming effect until they do not. I am watching the neighbor’s cat looking around and wondering what all of the fuss is about. The rock creeks of the woods were alive with rapid-flowing water this afternoon. Memorial Day picnic celebrations had been rained out. I wore my trusty raincoat but was hot.

We sit in our little stick houses much like one of the Three Little Pigs and we know because we read the story that the wolf can come and huff and puff and blow our house down. A real thought but not heartwarming.

A flock of geese just flew over and announced their concern. The picture is forming that we live on the razor’s edge. So we have an ever-present reason to believe in God.

Storms enter our lives and it appears that all is lost and then the sun shines again. We laugh and frolic as children at play. Forgetting the bad times and focusing on the good. Does prayer change things? We may not know but we know that it makes us feel better. Are there miracles in the world…just look around.

Storms have always been in the political arena. It seems of late they have come to stay. We humans are enough for me to believe in God. Humans are intricate and capable of performing miracles.

The single mother raising her kids and living a challenging life who never complains and the kids feel like they are millionaires because of Mom’s love.

A young veteran who loses his legs in combat and yet has a wonderful and full-of-life attitude stands taller than most.

The homeless woman sits outside the fine restaurant and when you pass her by she says God Bless You and you feel her sincerity.

The randomness of destruction and devastation is pervasive. A tornado hits one home and skips the next. If we are the spared ones do we think well it is good that we have been paying our tithes and offerings or do we set about helping our neighbor who needs so much in this cruel moment…