Rain

     I'm sitting here in bed, listening to the rain fall out side, and beat against the roof of my house.   Something about listening to the rain brings me peace and a reassurance of Gods love for me.  I think I first started feeling this way when I was about 11.  I remember praying for rain, because it was a dry summer. I remember that every time I prayed for rain that summer, it rained, and every time I prayed for sunshine, the sun came out.  I was 11, just a kid, trying to seek God, because I wanted to know him.  So I used the weather.  It was truly the only thing I really understood at that time that God had control of.  I'm thankful for that summer. It built my faith in a way that would hold it strong in the hurricane of life that was to come the next 5 years. I'm 22 now, that was 11 years ago.  I know now that God is in control of all things, and if we allow him, he can turn our brokenness and hurt into beauty like never seen before.   He is the healer, and my life is proof of his faithfulness.   This my friends is why I like the rain, because it reminds me of Gods faithfulness in my life.  It all started with praying for rain.