Out here beneath the rain

It's been raining on and off all day, but this evening it seems to have gathered new incentive to fall hard and fast. It's amazing how loud it can become. Yet somehow, the atomosphere exudes a peacefulness amidst the onslaught. It's cool...

I don't know what to talk about... Many of the things I'm dealing with have been mentioned already. There is always the unfathomable Grace and Love of God I suppose... But how do you talk about Him without falling so short that it all seems hopeless? Like shooting an arrow at the sun and watching it barely make the tree-tops.
Something that I've been pondering over lately is the fear of God. It's something that bothers me when I think of it... if I truly knew how powerful and Holy God is, I would not have a problem fearing Him. But I don't know even the beginning of His majesty. I have not really understood what it is to fear my God. I can't comprehend it. But more then that, it doesn't force itself upon my being as something tangibly experienced. I know the reason for it. The answer. I can define perhaps the root cause of this blindness. But to know that is merely intelect. The question of, 'what will I do about it?', is the crux.
I desire to fear Him. Because to fear Him, I must know Him... even if in only a small way.