Saturday Morning Rain

Its raining, its pouring... I'll stop there!

Most people complain about the rain. Psalm 147.7-8 says (about the LORD) Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; make music to our God on the harp. He covers the sky with clouds; He supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills.

We are told here to thank Him for the rain. When is the last time you heard someone say, "Oh I am so thankful for this rain!" or "Oh boy- isn't this great- a rainy day!"

Being a gardener changes your perspective. I love what it has done to me. among many other things it has made me appreciate the value of rain. It becomes something we need and look forward to. It actually lessens our care of the garden and makes what care we give (weed pulling) afterwards a much easier chore.

Life is often like a garden. The things we dread become blessings. The things we think are unpleasant are what we need. William Cowper, a 19th century poet and hymn writer wrote these words:

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the LORD by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
GOD is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.