We had a crazy thunderstorm yesterday evening which is not common for us at this time of year. Normally our thunderstorms are in late spring and summer.
It all goes hand in hand with this bizarre weather we've been having.
I sat out on a chair by the kitchen door under the overhang as the storm rolled in.
And I was so overwhelmed by the beauty around me I was moved to prayer.
For me, prayer doesn't happen in a church. I was raised as a Catholic but became quite disenchanted with the Catholic Church as one after another of the Catholic priests were arrested for molestation.
I found it extremely difficult to have a priest stand up on the altar and call me a sinner. It just didn't make sense.
However, out in nature I talk to God. I feel the most connection when I am in the world He created, not when I am in a building created by man.
Everyone has to find their own place to pray, find their own peace.
This is mine.
I am not an overly religious person by any stretch. I admire those who are, whose faith is so strong. I don't know if it's a difference in religious teachings, or in the person themselves.
Either way, it's not me.
But that doesn't mean I don't believe.
I spent time in the storm last night thanking God for the many blessings he has bestowed upon me.
My amazing family, whom I don't get to see often enough. My beautiful daughters....who, although they may drive me nuts at times, I love with all my heart. My sweetie....ditto.
My little furbabies...my garden helpers. They helped Mommy clean the leaves and winter debris off the patio yesterday.
Good little helpers they are.
This amazing place that I am so blessed to call my home.
The abundance of food that will be shared with good friends this evening.
And all my new friends out in blogland who show up day after day to see what kind of silly drivel I'll be writing about today.
I am so truly blessed.