As I sit here with baby Caleb during his first official torrential rainstorm and thunderstorm, I am reminded of a story I heard constantly when growing up. Supposedly, my mother used to tell my sister that the loud crashes of thunder that occur during storms were nothing but God bowling in heaven. This knowledge must have provided some comfort to my sister, as she used to walk around announcing, "God bowling, mama, God bowling."
To carry on the tradition, I have just explained the same information to my own baby, in hopes that he too will one day walk around the house saying, "God bowling, mama, God bowling," and that he won't be afraid of the scary noises going on around him.
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