Some of you must have taken my request to pray for rain to heart. I am happy to tell you that we have had two nights of beautiful rainfall. I can hear it pouring down outside as I type, a welcome relief from the exhausting heat we’ve been experiencing.
Two nights ago, I was so hot that I finally took one of the plastic chairs off our front porch and plopped it down in the middle of our yard. I could feel raindrops on my arms every now and then and prayed earnestly for more rain. Finally, too hot and tired to care anymore, I went inside and trusted that some of you were praying too.
Yesterday, I went to Petite-Anse for our youth choir rehearsal. Imagine my delight when I saw raindrops falling on the windshield! I rolled down the window, held my arm outside and thought to myself, “It’s coming, it’s finally coming!” By the time I reached the church, it was beginning to rain harder. Normally, I wouldn’t want to be caught in the rain. (You know how fussy women can be about their hair!) But, I welcomed the coolness of the shower that had begun to soak me. I laughed as I entered the church and noted that the choir, having already begun their practice, were not distracted by the beautiful sound outside. Their voices began to blend in with what was becoming a great downpour, so they began to sing louder. I wasn’t sure which one was the sweeter sound: their singing or the rain.
By the time the choir practice was over, the church yard was flooded and I had to wade through the water in my flip-flops to get back into the jeep. I didn’t care, though. I wasn’t going to complain about a little discomfort after longing for the relief that had finally come my way. Our young singers would have to walk home in the rain and the mud, but everyone was too happy to think about being soaked by the time they got home.
Thank you, Lord, for the rain and thanks to all of you who prayed.