Thunderous Peace

For where His glory thunders like the mighty waters, Hi grace drizzles gently and I am humbled yet  again.  I am washed clean of my allegiance to pride and perfection, refreshed as I step out from under storm clouds of my own making.  I lift my head up to soak up the brilliance of His face.  This One whose blazing radiance overwhelms as He opens heaven here.  And there.  And there again.  And I find myself under the umbrella of His unending grace, where He showers His glory moment by moment.