As I sit here, the rain is gently falling, as it has been for the past 24 hours. Mr. Weatherman (did you know Accuweather is based in State College?) says that we should expect almost 7 more inches of rain to fall over the next 2 days. Personally, I love the rain. I love the sound and feel, and it means that creeks are rising, calling for me to find a way to get a kayak into the water.
It amuses me to read all the facebook posts complaining about the weather. I can’t figure out the weather patterns, either. 17 inches of rain in May, almost nothing in June and July, and now this…But I’m reminded that God is in control of everything–he is the Lord, the earth belongs to him, and he does what pleases him. There once was a time when Job (remember Job?) laid into God, questioning his actions and wisdom. God told him to brace himself like a man, ’cause he had some questions of his own that Job had to answer. Part of God’s line of questioning ran like this:
“Who created a channel for the torrents of rain? Who laid out the path for the lightning? Who makes the rain fall on barren land, in a desert where no one lives? Who sends rain to satisfy the parched ground and make the tender grass spring up? “Does the rain have a father? Who gives birth to the dew?…
Of course, Job had no good answers. And I wouldn’t have fared any better. God is infinite in his wisdom, and his perspective is right. Always.
While I may not have any complaints about the rain, I do find myself questioning God from time to time. He’s not worried by my questions, and I don’t think I’m in any danger of making him angry. But I need to be reminded that he is God, and I am so totally limited in my perspective.
When I think I could orchestrate my life better than God, I’m on dangerous prideful ground. And God’s not overly fond of my pride (Your’s either…just sayin). So I’ll pull out the galoshes, tuck the cellyphone in a waterproof pocket, and walk in the rain. Grateful. Thankful. Appreciative.
I’d hate to offend the rain’s daddy…
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