I stirred in my sleep somewhere around 3 am when I heard it for the first time. It has coming and going. And as I write, some of the moisture is falling from the trees and hitting the roof. What a glorious sound.
We are so protected from the elements that we too often don't notice something like rain. We might have noticed dust clouds or marveled that the lake is so low. But unless we are working the land, we might have only been grateful that not a single football game was a wet, miserable experience.
Scripture speaks of God sending "his rain." Rain was understood as one of God's greatest gifts. And it is. Without rain the crops don't grow, without the crops the livestock don't eat, without........ How marvelous of God, to send us rain.
When you pray, make it a habit to pray for the things which absolutely essential. Don't cease to pray for an end to cancer; but make sure to thank God for rain, and sunshine, and the winter frost which breaks down the seemingly impenetrable clods of dirt.
It is raining. Thank you, God.
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