I have posted in the past about doing my quiet times on our breezeway and listening to creation’s peaceful worship of the Lord in the early morning , led in song by the birds. This morning was entirely different. Instead of the gentle song of the birds, this morning’s worship was WILD, with the steady percussive beat of the rain, the forte accents of the thunder, creshendoing to fortissimo and the strobe of the lightening. It was THRILLING worship indeed! But then again, He’s not a tame lion.