Today I was babysitting sweet little Gracie, and around 7:30pm it started to get darker and darker outside. At first I thought it might have been the sunset, but it was awfully early for the middle of July, so I went and peeked out the window. It looked like the Wrath of God was coming down on us from the sky. In a drought that has lasted for weeks, the rain is welcomed. And it pours.
Now, I hear the rain hammering the ceiling of our house, and the ceiling creaks slightly. I can hear Doug’s laughter as he watches old football videos with Daddy, Kim, and Hayden, and I can’t help but smile as I listen. You can’t hear that kind of joy and not think that God gives good gifts.
This summer has been a summer where I have been given more than I could have ever imagined, and infinitely more than what I deserve. I have been handed relationships that God made new, beautiful days, laughter, stories to tell, delicious food, adventures, and being surrounded by the truest, most compassionate, and wisest group of friends that I have ever had. There is no other appropriate reaction than to simply be filled up inside in the very best possible way, and to give thanks.
when it rains, it pours.