My phone rings and it’s my friend with the ever-cheerful chuckle.
(Even at 11:00 pm.)
The onions are all out drying on the lawn up at Grandma’s house… And the thunderstorm is at the county line.
The thousands of onions.
Might I lend a hand?
But of course. I peep through the blinds. The clouds west blink like they’re being hotly pursued by an army of strobes.
I jump in the waiting truck. And we race. Pallets, and crates, and two hay wagons full of onions. And just as we run the last of them into the shed, the wind slams into us in all its Oklahoman glory. And the showers of blessings begin to fall. And we jump into cars to keep our pajamas dry…
I’m suddenly seized by the urge to watch the light show.
So I duck into the house just long enough to grab 5D and tripod, and return to the hilltop alone…
It doesn’t take long. I’ve sat for 10 minute waiting to get the shot before. I only dare stay for 10 minutes this time.
But the light is so captivating…
I suddenly understand why Jesus said “Let your light so shine… that they may see… and glorify your Father.”
Because light in the darkness rarely goes unnoticed.