It has been hot and dry here. Wilting plants, sunburned grass, and drooping shrubs and trees continually remind us of the thirst a drought produces. We need rain.
I was watering the flower pots with my four-year-old granddaughter in the midst of the summer heat, and I told her we needed rain. She said, “I will talk to God.” And she proceeded to pray and ask God directly, “God, we need rain.” Then she said, “Come on, Grandma. Come into the garage so you won’t get wet.” I followed her into the garage and watched her gaze expectantly outside. After a minute or two, she walked outside and looked up at the bright blue sky littered with a few white, feathery clouds, and lifted her hands to feel the raindrops. Not one fell. But she fully expected the rain. Continue reading “Showers of Blessings”