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I love when the Lord speaks to me in an almost audible fashion!  No, it doesn't happen as much I would like it to, or it does, but I'm not always able to hear...or always listening.

But, I "heard" Him last night and it brought tears to my eyes as I was driving.  My family and I all have been sick this weekend and took Sunday off from church and much of anything to try to rest and mend.  I had to leave the house in the evening to drive the truck to the mechanic's house and decided to stop by my parent's house to drop a few things off and see if my dad wanted to get away for an ice cream break.  (He did!)

As I drove, I was in awe about how much rain had come down as I had been in the house all day and not realized how much it had rained.  I remembered something a meteorologist had said recently about the fact that we have had so much precipitation in the past few weeks that the drought rating in our area had been upgraded from "severe" to "mild".  That was a blessing in itself for our area.  I noticed all of the puddles, big and small, some the size that swallow little cars!  THEN, He spoke!

We have prayed and hoped for precipitation for nearly two years.  Each time some form of precipitation comes, we say that it wasn't nearly enough.  Now, we have so much that it is flooding some areas and we worry about the effects of too much.  We are a people that are tough to please, for sure.

But, the most revealing and beautiful nugget of truth the Lord revealed (again) to me is that He is listening.  He sees our needs.  He is providing and will provide for our needs.  And sometimes, the answers to prayer are so abundant that we need rain barrels to capture them all!

Wow.  If the only thing I had to worry about was WHAT to do with all of the blessings the Lord was pouring out....Wait....that IS exactly all I need to be "worrying" about! 

Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.  And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  Phil. 4:6-7

It was a sweet moment last night as I thought about some deep concerns and life questions I carry with me constantly right now.  He loves me and He has not forgotten.  It just isn't the right time to shower me with the rains of truth and rivers of answers that I so desperately seek. 

 Instead, He provided me streaming drops of rain and big puddles as a reminder that He still in on the throne and He still is working.  And all He needs me to do is continue to trust and obey.

I struggle sometimes, but my love for a Savior that knows my heart continues to grow and expand.  So, for now, I will be grateful for the love of my Father and rest comfortably under His sheltering umbrella.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=1CSVqHcdhXQ

For an added blessing, copy and paste the above link to hear Laura Story's "Blessings"....My sister brought it to my attention last night and it meant a lot!

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