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The dust of His feet

Tonight, a second wave of storms raged through central Alabama. I have never heard rolling and crashing thunder so continuous and non-stop or seen lightening so wicked and colorful (blue and green). When the skies finally opened up, they dumped hail (the size of peas in our area but the size of golfballs 10 miles west of us) and waves upon waves of rain. It was a sight to behold. It was as Nahum says: "His way is in whirlwind and storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet" (1:3 NRSV).

The red lines on the Doppler radar pic above indicate tornado watches (we were under an actual warning in Montgomery for a good half hour, which meant they saw enough rotation in the clouds via radar to let those sirens blare) and the yellow severe thunderstorm warnings. Quite the night, my friends. Quite the night.

(Images: our front porch taken by my husband;