when it rains, blessings pour.

I am sitting in Prince Street Cafe, drinking coffee, and doing homework. (well, and writing this blog post). The weather outside the window I'm sitting in is dreary-- rainy, windy, grey.

I've been thinking about how miserable this weather is and how it makes doing homework so much more unbearable. ugh.

Prince Street is incredibly cozy right now, though, because of this weather. And because I'm nice and warm and cozified, I'm struck with the reality of my complaining spirit. Why should I complain about how awful the weather is? Why should I criticize what God has made? These thoughts leave me with the realization of what a blessing rain actually is.

Rain brings new life! Every spring. It rains and green things grow. If we did not have rain we would be a desert land. What a blessing! I know I for one love green. So why am I complaining when this rain will some day bring new life?! I am also struck with the promise that God will never destroy the earth with flood again. What a promise!

This rain reminds me of the Promises God has given me {us} and the blessings he showers upon me {us} every single day. Who am I to complain?

Thank you Lord for the rain.