The Heavens Declare the Glory of God
Meteor Showers
I was reading some stuff on the Internet last night and came across some information saying that there were supposed to be meteor showers on the night of August 12. It said the best time to see the display was around 2 a.m. I wasn’t real sure if that meant 2 a.m. at the beginning of August 12 or the beginning of August 13.
It was my usual late hour so I went outside to stare up at the sky to see if I could see anything. Nothing. As I turned to go inside, I saw Mom & Dad leave to head to Michigan for a reunion. I went in and called Mom to tell her of the possible meteor showers.
I had never seen a falling star until I was in my very late teens, maybe even my early twenties. I think the first one I saw was late one night after getting off work at a convenience store that I worked at. I’ve always been thrilled at the sight of a falling star, the few times I’ve seen them. The first opportunity I had to see a meteor shower was probably in 2001 or 2002. I almost always hear about them (and Northern Lights) after the fact, so I was excited that for once I heard about it before the occurrence. It was a spectacular show. I’ve always wanted to see another one.
I went on to bed but set my nap alarm to get up around 2:30. Surprisingly enough, I woke up immediately after the alarm went off. I went outside and stood there for about five minutes peering up at the sky. Nothing. I figured that I had heard about it one night too late (again) and was just turning to go back inside when I saw a streak go across the sky. I was thrilled. So I just plopped down in the grass and lay there on my back gazing at the sky temporarily wishing that I lived out in the country with no streetlights around.
The meteors were so few and far between that I gave up after awhile. I have a feeling that the shower was actually supposed to occur the night before because I only saw about six of them in the thirty minutes that I was out. I was delighted to have seen the few that I did but disappointed to have missed the bigger show.
Lightning
I decided that today was the dreaded day for weeding the flowerbeds. My back is shot and my hands are sore and a slight shade of brown despite repeated washings, but the flowerbeds are looking much better.
The day started out very hot, sunny, dusty, and just plain yucky. I can’t even put into words exactly how badly I didn’t want to be out there, but grass was becoming more prominent than the plants so it had to be done. I normally don’t mind (too much) working outside in the yard but the weather we’ve been having recently has just gotten me down.
I had been working for about forty-five minutes when I noticed that there were some stormy-looking clouds in the west. “Bring it on!” I thought without much hope. The clouds slowly came closer and closer and soon I began to hear thunder. Music to my ears! The wind began to pick up, and I soon perceived that, indeed, the storm was going to grace us with its presence. I worked until the big drops began to fall, and then gathered all of my things into the garage to watch the storm.
I’ve always enjoyed storms. The combination of the lightning, the thunder, and the wind always gives me a thrill. It’s one of the things I’ve missed since moving into the basement. Unless the storm is right overhead, I can’t hear the thunder, and obviously I can’t see the lightning. On the rare occasions that a storm occurs just as I’m going to bed, I’ll open my blinds just to watch the flashes of light while I fall asleep.
I stood in the garage watching today’s storm until the wind changed directions and started blowing the rain right into the garage. I closed it up and went downstairs to find something to do while the storm did its thing. It didn’t last more than thirty minutes (I didn’t find out when it quit because I couldn’t hear it). I waited long enough for some of the water to soak into the ground before I went back to my weeds.
The storm brought with it a blessed cooling and a cloud cover that kept the sun from baking me. I worked in the yard until dark, and as I was going inside, I noticed more lightning to the south. I went in and washed up. Then I took my supper outside and sat and watched the lightning show while I ate.
Laying in the grass at 2:30 in the morning hoping for a fleeting glimpse of a falling star, sitting in the dark watching lightning dance across the sky—these are some of the things that draw my thoughts to God; for indeed, the heavens do declare the glory of God.
I was reading some stuff on the Internet last night and came across some information saying that there were supposed to be meteor showers on the night of August 12. It said the best time to see the display was around 2 a.m. I wasn’t real sure if that meant 2 a.m. at the beginning of August 12 or the beginning of August 13.
It was my usual late hour so I went outside to stare up at the sky to see if I could see anything. Nothing. As I turned to go inside, I saw Mom & Dad leave to head to Michigan for a reunion. I went in and called Mom to tell her of the possible meteor showers.
I had never seen a falling star until I was in my very late teens, maybe even my early twenties. I think the first one I saw was late one night after getting off work at a convenience store that I worked at. I’ve always been thrilled at the sight of a falling star, the few times I’ve seen them. The first opportunity I had to see a meteor shower was probably in 2001 or 2002. I almost always hear about them (and Northern Lights) after the fact, so I was excited that for once I heard about it before the occurrence. It was a spectacular show. I’ve always wanted to see another one.
I went on to bed but set my nap alarm to get up around 2:30. Surprisingly enough, I woke up immediately after the alarm went off. I went outside and stood there for about five minutes peering up at the sky. Nothing. I figured that I had heard about it one night too late (again) and was just turning to go back inside when I saw a streak go across the sky. I was thrilled. So I just plopped down in the grass and lay there on my back gazing at the sky temporarily wishing that I lived out in the country with no streetlights around.
The meteors were so few and far between that I gave up after awhile. I have a feeling that the shower was actually supposed to occur the night before because I only saw about six of them in the thirty minutes that I was out. I was delighted to have seen the few that I did but disappointed to have missed the bigger show.
Lightning
I decided that today was the dreaded day for weeding the flowerbeds. My back is shot and my hands are sore and a slight shade of brown despite repeated washings, but the flowerbeds are looking much better.
The day started out very hot, sunny, dusty, and just plain yucky. I can’t even put into words exactly how badly I didn’t want to be out there, but grass was becoming more prominent than the plants so it had to be done. I normally don’t mind (too much) working outside in the yard but the weather we’ve been having recently has just gotten me down.
I had been working for about forty-five minutes when I noticed that there were some stormy-looking clouds in the west. “Bring it on!” I thought without much hope. The clouds slowly came closer and closer and soon I began to hear thunder. Music to my ears! The wind began to pick up, and I soon perceived that, indeed, the storm was going to grace us with its presence. I worked until the big drops began to fall, and then gathered all of my things into the garage to watch the storm.
I’ve always enjoyed storms. The combination of the lightning, the thunder, and the wind always gives me a thrill. It’s one of the things I’ve missed since moving into the basement. Unless the storm is right overhead, I can’t hear the thunder, and obviously I can’t see the lightning. On the rare occasions that a storm occurs just as I’m going to bed, I’ll open my blinds just to watch the flashes of light while I fall asleep.
I stood in the garage watching today’s storm until the wind changed directions and started blowing the rain right into the garage. I closed it up and went downstairs to find something to do while the storm did its thing. It didn’t last more than thirty minutes (I didn’t find out when it quit because I couldn’t hear it). I waited long enough for some of the water to soak into the ground before I went back to my weeds.
The storm brought with it a blessed cooling and a cloud cover that kept the sun from baking me. I worked in the yard until dark, and as I was going inside, I noticed more lightning to the south. I went in and washed up. Then I took my supper outside and sat and watched the lightning show while I ate.
Laying in the grass at 2:30 in the morning hoping for a fleeting glimpse of a falling star, sitting in the dark watching lightning dance across the sky—these are some of the things that draw my thoughts to God; for indeed, the heavens do declare the glory of God.
posted by Sharon @ 9:25 PM
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