We are still in the midst of a drought, according to statistics, which indicate we are shy 20 inches of rain for the year.
Our county and those around us have been under a burn ban for months.
But this afternoon, it rained.
The back wall of our cabin is windows, about 25 feet of windows, looking out onto the lake. It is so beautiful to watch the rain as it starts on the other side of the lake, and gradually moves over the water, like the Spirit of God moving over the face of the deep.
Both our front and back porches have tin roofs, so we enjoy a symphony of rain falling on the tin and running down the ridges, dripping off into the earth. The lightning flashes, the thunder rolls, and we cuddle with our chihuahuas under a hand-made quilt, and watch the blessed rain pour down from heaven.
Let us praise His name for His goodness endures forever.