24th January: Storm = Hope

As a child I believed that the end of the world would come during a storm. Between a crack of thunder, I imagined hearing Gabriel's trumpet, that rolling sound would no longer be an invisible noise, but rather an army of white horses.
It was because of this I would very seldom sleep during a storm, (maybe too nosy for my own good), but if this was the end of the world I didn't want to sleep through it.
Though I no longer believe storms as the only time the end of the world could come, it would be a fitting setting. Now I find that they bring a certain amount of calm with them.
God sent us a symbol of hope, and He hung it in the sky.