Thunderstorm

 I was talking to Jared today and mentioned that I missed thunder storms. I might have spoken too soon though, because when we arrived on the train this afternoon after a long weekend of ministry, we were met by torrential rain. Before actually going out into the unending shower, I thought about the wardrobe that I was carrying on my back along with other “important” items that I had to carry over the weekend. I thought immediately to say a quick pray that sounded something like, “Can’t you just stop the rain for a bit because I have all of this stuff.” After considering my thoughts, I prayed something else, this time saying, “You know my heart Abba. Do what you know I need.”

                We reached the point that ended the covered walk-way and stepped out into the pouring sky. The first thing that happened was, of course, laughter and smiles all around. As much as I hate being caught in the rain, I love it all at the same time… I walked into our house soaking wet and giggling, heard the thunder and remembered my prayer. I can’t really put it into words, but I needed that rain, and I am thankful that He knows…