Vengeance, lightning bolts, and disappointment. Maybe we feel this way about God because we feel this way about ourselves? With our attitude, if we were to act as God, cleaning the slate of humanity would be the most logical option.

Sadly, the most defining times in our lives are behind us. Dark storms from yesterday still manage to rain on our parade. People we blame, still find a way to come into our lives, even if only in the form of an unwanted memory.

Black. The color scheme that back dropped God. It had been many years since He remembered the light of heaven. Now, it seemed so far away. Light only existed in a memory. The bliss of gold that used to grace His heavenly feet, was now offset by a cold hard nail, suspending Him between the heaven He missed, and the people He loves.

They consume our thoughts. They rape our peace. They attack our character. They are never wrong. They are our enemies, and I am thankful for them.