The Lightning Storm

I was driving home after a particularly frustrating day yesterday when I was blessed with a treat.

Lightning.

My drive home from work is around 35 minutes without traffic and the sun had just gone down so the roads were clear of other commuters.

The storm had been gathering on the horizon for most of the day, it seemed.

Finally as I was driving on the highway the show began.

There was an amazing electrical show directly in front of me in the distance. This allowed me to watch and keep my eyes safely on the road (sort of).

There were two lines of clouds in the distance, both large and billowing, but I only stole glimpses as the lightning struck. It was nearly all cloud to cloud lightning, stretching out and splitting into the fingers on God's immortal hand. I can't even find the words now to describe the beauty.

As the lightning struck the top edge of the closer line of clouds was illuminated and the entire back line was lit. In fact, much of the lightning was blocked by the closer storm. It was quite frustrating to not be able to soak in the entire beauty of the storm, but for it to be just out of grasp.

As I kept driving I wondered if this is the very reason for discontent. I see such a beautiful picture of Christian love, but not fully.

I experience some of it daily, and can dream about what the rest looks like, but it never comes to fruition.

Obviously this is just the way life is, always moving forward (hopefully) but never quite reaching the goal...

But I know it is beautiful, even if I can't see it all, and we're melting away clouds as we get closer to our dreams.