Raining on My Parade

Why is it raining?
I asked as I drove through sheets of rain last Saturday afternoon. It had not rained for most of the summer. Not just here in New York, but in many parts of the country. So why on the day I wanted to surprise my husband with a 50th birthday party at the local park, did the skies open up? Two months plus had gone into invitations, email invites, food planning and trying to keep this party a surprise from a guy who usually knows most things. I watched the forecast all week, praying, praying, praying the 70% chance of rain would just go away. Saturday morning was like living in the hairspray capital of the world(Kansas) as the wind was howling.  A friend called to "encourage" me by saying there were severe thunderstorm warnings for our area that had been forecast for after 2pm, when the birthday boy was supposed to arrive. I met my daughters at the park trying to decorate when the wind picked up and the rain began coming in the pavilion sideways. No time to cancel, so off to the bakery I went to get the cake. Wishful thinking I guess. On the way home the severe thunderstorm raged through with more 'raining on my parade'. I had prayed all week, what's up with this? trying not to cry. Enough whining about the rain because it stopped, Rob was surprised, and the party was a huge success. God reminded me, oh about yesterday, that He had answered my prayers. The predicted storms for Saturday were for after 2pm lasting into the late afternoon. He answered by bringing them through early around Noon, so there would be no rain or wind to speak of as Rob made his way to the party where close to 100 family and friends were waiting. As we prayed thanking God for the food and our time together, the rain stopped, the wind subsided and later in the day the sun came out.

So what's all the fuss about weather I can't control? The fuss is about acknowledging(Proverbs 3:5-6) that God did answer, I wasn't paying attention until the Lord had to remind me. I still have the bad habit of looking at the circumstances that want to rain on my parade and not trusting the God of the universe who rescued me from the domain of darkness and saving me for eternity. (Colossians 1:13) I know Jesus died for me, rose again and is sitting at the right hand of his Heavenly Father praying for me (Romans 8:34) and I know I have a home in heaven waiting for me. If God has done these things for me then why do I find it so hard to believe He loves me enough to answer my prayer about rain?

Answer HE DID! Next time, Lord help me, I will acknowledge that God does and will answer. He sees me and He knows me. (Genesis 16:13, Psalm 91:14; )    

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