I was having a hard time. My spirit was low as well as my esteem. I had sunken into a deep, dark level, too tired to will myself out of my poor state – sullen.

Furrowed brow, teary eyes, and a sunken heart.

A quiet prayer, “God, why do I feel this way?”

With a clap of thunder,
Joy rushes through me,
From my heart,
To the rest of my body,
Flooding my veins,
Filling every part of me.

How powerful is my God.

Because this thunderclap
Was unlike any other.
The clap was more of a ripple
And its effect
Was shaking.

Shaking me
Out of my sunken state.

How powerful my God is.

Faith is in the little moments like that. It’s noticing the self, weak and incapable, and noticing God in his power and might. It’s recognizing that He is able and he is capable, though the prayer may not explicitly relay that message.

That is what my seven word prayer said, in-between the words, woven perfectly. God understood. God understands. He saw my anguish, he met me in my sunken state, he heard my soft-spoken prayer, and he answered… powerfully.

This time was with a clap of thunder, but it’s not that way every time. We cannot always recognize the power of God. Our ignorance and incompetence is preventative, but that doesn’t lessen his might.

It was this clap of thunder that snapped me back to reality; that snatched me away from the grip of the devil, back into the hand of the Almighty.

How comforting His embrace is. How filling and warm is His presence.

The storm continues on and the thunder is ever-present, just as the war continues on and the power of our God is alive and existent. Each clap reminds me of his might.

How perfect the metaphor, too. Lightning flashes across a night sky, illuminating the darkness, making the hidden visible; God’s power infiltrates a shadowy place, reigniting his splendor.

Nothing describes God quite like rattling thunder. It’s an intangible, altering shake that moves boldly and powerfully.

His thunderclaps are numerous. Are you listening?