What a stormy Memorial Day in the Midwest. Rain here in the Chicago area is putting a damper on the Memorial Day ceremonies and celebrations. Into each life some rain must fall: and when it does rain, let us appreciate it. Rain is cleansing. The washing it provides cannot be achieved any other way- God is so smart. Nature needs the nourishment the rain provides. Rain is cooling. Sitting outside watching the rain fall and enjoying the cool breeze is such a pleasure. The air hung damp and warm, like a steamy fog. Still and dense, it was stifling. Then the wind began to stir, and the harbingers of the approaching thunderstorm began to fall, here and there, on the street and cars passing by. Soon the skies had opened up, and the thick blanket of stagnant air had been transformed into a vibrant swirl of cooling jets of air, fragrant with the scent of the new rain.
How I love the stormy times when the thunder cracks like a mighty oak falling down after two-hundred years of growth. That sound is unmistakable. Like a giant bull-whip careening through the clouds, lashing out at them and emptying them of their precious precipitation. The pyrotechnic display of the lightning is awe-inspiring as it races down to scorch the earth and then, just as fast, is gone again leaving only its brilliant outline for us to see. If the stormy times seem to be an inconvenience, think back to times of drought and famine and imagine how inconveniencing that would be. If it's storming where you are, don't run inside and ride it out; sit amidst the wonder of the greatest show that the Creator performs for us. He pours down His blessings, and after He is done, He wraps the sky in colors- a reminder that He will never let the stormy times overwhelm us again.
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