I got up this morning and went for a walk with my dog, Pablo. In the middle of the walk it rained. It started up as a gently rain and then before I knew what was happening it was a down pour. I got wet. Pablo got wet but it didn’t seem to bother him as much as I. Not only did we get wet but we were soaked. Life has those moments of being rained on. They are not the most pleasant of times but they do stand out. It may be hard to believe but some of those moments wake me up and cause me to thank God.
At such times I thank God for the strength to be able to go on. I thank God for rain wear that keeps me a bit dry. I thank God that the rains do not come at me all the time. I thank God that the rain helps life to go on. Are you getting the idea? As I write these words the sun has appeared and the rain has stopped. Maybe I should have waited to walk the dog or maybe not.