Rain. Rain. And more rain. But I'm trying not to complain! Only those who have never lived through a drought complain about the rain. Only those who have never watched a well go dry or seen a garden wither from scorching heat curse the rain. Only those who have never wept over thirsty, hungry, dirty little children in parched, third-world countries complain about the inconvenience of the gentle, life-giving blessing being poured down on us from above.
Now, don't get me wrong, Friends. I love sunshine as much as anyone. And I do my share of whining when clouds refuse to let it shine through. But sunshine alone can't bring Spring flowers. It takes rain! So if today's raindrops are getting you down try focusing on tomorrow's roses. "Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; Sing praises to our God, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass (and roses) to grow on the mountains." Psalm 147:7-8.
Now, don't get me wrong, Friends. I love sunshine as much as anyone. And I do my share of whining when clouds refuse to let it shine through. But sunshine alone can't bring Spring flowers. It takes rain! So if today's raindrops are getting you down try focusing on tomorrow's roses. "Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; Sing praises to our God, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass (and roses) to grow on the mountains." Psalm 147:7-8.
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