Early Sunday morning a thunderstorm awakened me. As I heard the rain pour down, I groaned. Then, I considered why I could be thankful for the rain. Here is what I came up with before I fell back to sleep.
*Listening to the heavy rain, I was reminded that I have a roof over my head to keep that water off of me.
*Always when it rains I'm thankful for an automatic garage door opener.
*Knowing the rain nourishes the ground, I look forward to all of the gifts from the garden this season.
*God gave a promise that it will end. He promised to never destroy the earth that way again.
*After the hard rains the sky seems bluer and the grass seems greener. Everything seems clean.
*A memory always pops into my mind about my husband teaching my daughter about puddles. My daughter was just a toddler. We emerged from church one morning heading home for lunch. There was a puddle near the car. My husband proceeded to demonstrate how to stomp through the water. I wish to this day that I had had a camera to capture the moment - my "grown" husband splashing through with his little shadow behind imitating. The mother in me wanted to fuss about getting Sunday clothes wet, but there was no harm. I only had to hang up socks and a small set of tights to dry.
*Also, without the dark, dreary rain, would we enjoy the sunshine as much? Probably not.
Okay, it's true, we really can give thanks in everything like we're told to do in the Bible.