my rain

i was in church one sunday, when i was in high school, when my young woman's president stood up to teach.
i don't remember what the lesson was about. but i was a ponderer. still am. i listened.
i remember one of the last things she said that day. she wanted us to think about God and how much He loved us. she said that there are reminders of His love for us every day.
she said that she liked to think that we got to help with the creation of the earth. God let us pick what we created and we helped Him.
"mine was sunsets," she said. "if this is true, i like to think that i helped create sunsets." it was an odd concept.
"every time there is a sunset, i take the time to stop what i'm doing and think about God's love for me. and that we made the sunsets together. and that He sends it every day just for me. to remind me of His love."
if this is remotely true, mine is rain.
that's part of the reason i love rain so much.
it seems that every time it rains, it's the precise moment that i need to remember that God loves me. that He's watching me. and helping me everyday. and He's aware of me.
every time it rains i stop what i'm doing and think about God's love for me.
as ridiculous as it sounds, every time it rains i feel a little bit closer to him.

it's been raining here lately. God knows i need it.
and i love it. I love Him.