As I stand here, underneath my front porch, listening and watching in awe as the rain pours down in front of me, I can't help but think about how I got to this point and how magnificent God really is.
I've been looking forward to today for a few days now. My boyfriend has been off visiting his friend for a few days and I had this big surprise date planned for us this afternoon when he got home. Of course I would plan something outside on a day like today when it's absolutely pouring rain. He had no idea what I'd planned for tonight, and I'd rather not say in case he happens upon this blog anytime soon. When I called him to tell him the news (that our plans had changed), I started to cry some just because I was disappointed. He laughed (I guess because he felt sorry for me and knew I was being somewhat dramatic), and reassured me we'd still have a good time.
Unconvinced, he began to tell me of a wreck he saw on his way home this afternoon. Apparently a man in his truck had "fish-tailed" on the interstate when cut off because of another driver's blind-spot. He said he saw the man & his truck go front-end first into the median, throwing the man's head through the windshield and slinging him back into his seat. We talked about it for a little longer, and then I hung up the phone so he could finish driving. Then it hit me...I'm sitting her upset because something minor, like the weather, upset my plans that could easily be carried out another day, while someone's life was just possibly altered forever. I'm praying the man in the accident was okay, but if he wasn't...his family's lives will permenently be altered...plans they might have made could quite possibly never be carried out.
After contemplating this for a minute or so I went to stand underneath my front porch just to listen to the storm...let's just say that I'm completely over my change of plans for the evening. My prayers go out to that man and his family. Things may not always turn out as planned, but I need to be a little more flexible when they don't.
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I love the rain. I always feel like it washes away stress giving me a clean, fresh perspective on things. I've always loved to sit on the porch when it's raining. I can remember doing it when I was probably 10 or 11 years old or younger. What you experienced is just a little inconvenience, just a little afternoon shower. There's always someone else out there who feels like they're going through a hurricane or a flood of pain. Whether we get a little afternoon shower or a torrential downpour it will always change our perspective. Hopefully bringing us closer to God, more trusting in Him.
ReplyDeleteI love the Mercy Me song, "Bring the Rain"
Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings You glory
And I know there'll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain.
I pray also that the man in the car is ok and that God will hold him and his family through this rain.
The sun always comes out after the rain.