1772 August 9 (Sunday). We have had most terrible storms of Thunder, Lightning, Rain and Wind. One Clap of Thunder especially was very amazing, as if it would rend us to Destruction. O the majesty, the Glory, the mighty Power, and the Goodness of God! For we are preserved, and Safe! Glory to His great and glorious Name! O what a fearful Thing it is to fall into the Hands of the living, omnipotent God! We find this morning that the Thunder Struck one of the Stables, Mr. Andrews’s, and rent off the face board at the East End, and in some measure Shattered the Posts at each Corner. Mr. Aaron Crosby came this Morning to breakfast, and also dined with us. I read Job. 38 and preached on Hosea 4.15. P.M. I read James 4 and Mr. Crosby preached. His Text was Eph. 2.8. May God grant His Blessing! And make the Dispenser a great Blessing particularly among the Indians to whom he is Sent. At Eve I was in a great deal of Care about Breck, and how to get an Horse to him at Boston for his Return home. But after Bedtime he returned. He had got Mr. Loyds Horse, and so came up in the Chaise which he went down in. This delivered me out of much perplexity. Mr. Crosby lodges here.