Larry and I did a little shopping yesterday afternoon and then went out for dinner. As we were hurrying down the street to and fro on our way to the restaurant and back, we walked in a cold rain.
This is the rain m for which we’ve prayed. We’ve pleaded with God to send rain and we are thankful for it. Yet, on that walk and during our drive, we did gripe a little about this blessing. It was cold and it made it hard to see. Oh, we’d stop ourselves occasionally and add that we were thankful for it, but somehow it seemed to have dampened our spirits a bit.
And I thought of the Children of Israel, freshly delivered from Egypt, griping about food and water. I bet they even complained about the weather. It was hot. It was cold. It was too dry, then too wet.
I am truly grateful for the relief from the drought that this rain brings and for the rain itself, cleansing, restoring. I just need to remember to show it.