A rainy day!

It's often lamented about, a decrease in productivity, a disturbance in the plans for the day. I just think it might be God's way to get us to slow down and think; to stop and consider; to wonder at his immensity. The thunder clap and flash of God's might reminds me that I am such an insignificant part of such a large process. The control I possess is minuscule in comparison to the unending, infinite authority of God's hand.

The wind blows each drop to it's final destination, as God leads us to ours. Will I be ok in this storm? Will I make it through to the end; of course. But my definition of the word "end," and HIS are much different in their implications. It's these things I think on, as a storm rolls through, and reminds me the importance of HIS mindfulness in my necessities of life.