My neighbor, Judy, has a room in her home that features striking photographs of storms. Paris, Milan, Montego Bay…all places where majestic, beautiful storms were captured on film. As she described each photograph to me, I became curious as to why she chose storms as her décor. I asked her why she collected such interesting art. “I love storms,” she said.
“What do you love about storms?” I asked. After all, I thought, “I guess they’re beautiful, but they’re also mammoth, intimidating and sometimes fierce.” I thought it was an unusual thing to have such an interest in. Her answer struck me as profound – “They remind me of the presence of God.”