rain
Things have been quite dry around Chihuahua this summer. While rainy season usually begins in July and lasts through with August, with downpours every afternoon that bring cooler weather, the rains have been few and far between this summer. Sometimes at night, I go to bed praying for rain. Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I decided to read for a little bit, because it was thundering and I figured I couldn't get to sleep while it was thundering anyways. After I put my book down and turned out the lights, I fell asleep. About 30 minutes later, I awoke to the sound of more thunder and great flashes of lightning. Since I sleep under a window with metal bars, I figured I should move from my bed to the loveseat, which obviously is not as comfortable. We had lost electricity, so I sat in the darkness with the light of my cell phone flashlight and a candle reading my Bible to remind myself of God's great power and might, along with His faithfulness to take care of us.
As I sat there, I thought, "Well, I wanted it to rain, but I didn't want it to rain like this." This being in the middle of the night, where my sleep is interrupted and the power goes out and makes my house all stuffy and dark and scary. And an instant later, the Holy Spirit asked me, "Who are you to tell God what to do?!" I wanted to slap myself across the face. I mean, seriously, though. I go to bed praying for rain at night and then get upset when it does. How weak and insanely human am I?
The bottom line is, whether it rains or not, God is still on His throne. And He is going to keep doing things His way in His timing. And I need to rejoice in that and quit complaining when things do not go my way in my timing.
As I sat there, I thought, "Well, I wanted it to rain, but I didn't want it to rain like this." This being in the middle of the night, where my sleep is interrupted and the power goes out and makes my house all stuffy and dark and scary. And an instant later, the Holy Spirit asked me, "Who are you to tell God what to do?!" I wanted to slap myself across the face. I mean, seriously, though. I go to bed praying for rain at night and then get upset when it does. How weak and insanely human am I?
The bottom line is, whether it rains or not, God is still on His throne. And He is going to keep doing things His way in His timing. And I need to rejoice in that and quit complaining when things do not go my way in my timing.