Emphasis Preaching Journal
A thunderstorm blew in during...
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A thunderstorm blew in during the night. Its ominous rolls of thunder and glaring flashes awakened my five-year-old son, Patrick. Whimpering with fear, he crept to my bed and asked to sleep with me. As he got in, his mother got out to take his bed.
The storm intensified and my son tossed and turned sleeplessly. So I put a pillow between us to insulate me from his wiggles so I could get some sleep. "I'm here, son. It's okay!" I soothed him. Again a brilliant flash and deafening peal of thunder.
"Dad, are you there?" he whimpered.
The storm intensified and my son tossed and turned sleeplessly. So I put a pillow between us to insulate me from his wiggles so I could get some sleep. "I'm here, son. It's okay!" I soothed him. Again a brilliant flash and deafening peal of thunder.
"Dad, are you there?" he whimpered.
