Rain Deprived

I love the rain.  In fact WE love the rain.  It started in college after David and I met.  Most all our important or special moments together included rain like the day he proposed at a park and the day we got married.  I began to see rain as a visual picture of God raining His love down on us.  A symbol that we were not forgotten but instead very special in His eyes.

This summer was hard.  Lots of changes, lots of uncertainties loomed in the distance.  On top of that, we’ve had a bit of a drought so there’s been little rain.  I didn’t realize how much I missed that until this past week when I reached the end of a tough day and discovered to my dismay that our oven was not working.  This was of course right after I had mixed up a batch of pumpkin bread.  So, at 9 pm I called our neighbors to see if they would bake the bread for us.  I stepped outside feeling dejected and discouraged with a tear rolling down my cheek.  Then it began!  One drop after another falling from the sky.  I had forgotten but He hadn’t.  He LOVED me and it was visual and tangible to me in that moment.  What a difference a rainstorm can make.  Sorry to those of you who don’t like rain but I say:  Let it rain on down!

p.s.  The pumpkin bread was amazing!  If anyone wants the recipe let me know.