This is true and sealed in my soul, body, and spirit by the powerful outpour of ‘Thor’s’ hammer. It left such a mark that I had to engrave it on a clay tablet. I have been a distant observer of the supernatural for a long time. But this morning has brought me in touch with a new reality of God, making his glorious power known.
Truly satisfied after a long day of feasting with family, I completed my last bit of writing. It was an email to a dear friend I recently met. The rest of the house was already, I guess, snoring away. Luckily, I did not hear any disturbing noises. Bless them all.
I finished an email message of encouragement, an appeal for this friend to meet the almighty God in a new way, a redemptive way. Message sent, I knew I had to also start snoring, for the following day will be filled with so many more blessings.
Just fell asleep when numerous buckets of rain pounded our tile roof. Awoken, I listened to the blessings upon blessings of rain saucing down on us. Music to the dry ear, I turned around and took my companion pillow tighter and waddled back to my dream state.
A flash and a deafening, cracking of a thunderbolt brought me back to life again. Adrenaline spurted uncontrollably in my body for a few seconds. But I calmed down quickly for I live on the Highveld for some time now, some may call us Highlanders. Yes, Highlanders know about the electric power that passes over the region in the late afternoons and evenings. Thunderous flashes that vibrate the core of our porous dolomite hills. Every smack of electricity so ferocious it wakes most of the inhabitants, that usually lead to the parents checking on young ones.
Children checked and found to be rather blasé about the bangs that could just as well have been a full-blown artillery drill. Great, they have grown accustomed to this glorious phenomenon. I peeked out from a few windows to see the rivers of waters streaming down the slope, all towards a one-brick hole I had to smack out with a hammer. Glad the hole is there, knowing that all the gallons of water will not cause damage to the newly erected walls. Nature is too mighty to be kept in one place.
Returning to bed, my go-to solution for achieving dream state again, is reading. I finish a supernatural book and when I turn around to chase sleep again, lightning strikes in my mind. With the rolling thunder outside, I become vividly aware of the electric presence of God.
This dear friend, I wrote an email a few hours ago, has told me just the previous evening how he pictures God as a powerful being, a powerful being like Thor from the Marvel universe, using His mighty hammer. Something gloriously supernatural is moving in this region. Were you also awoken by the mighty blows of ‘Thor’s’ hammer?
