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Into every life a little rain must fall
by Misti Chancellor 
03/22/07
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I jumped as a loud crack of thunder rattled the windows. I had been so focused on my task that I hadn’t noticed the storm rolling in. I had just a few more squares to make, and then I could put the afghan together. It was a really pretty afghan of blues, greens and whites that I had promised my sister over a year ago. Life had gotten busy, and I’d gotten behind. I still had other projects lined up behind this one, and I would get to them as I was able. Thankfully the ones I’d promised them to were being understanding and patient about the delay.

I paused to glance out the window into the back yard. Rain was pouring down, and pretty soon my yard would be a giant muddy mess. My dog thumped his tail against the back door. He was laying on the top step to get out of the rain. I wasn’t too worried about him; he’d go in his doghouse if it got too bad.

It was so nice to have a quiet, relaxing evening; working on a project, with a thunderstorm serving as a backdrop to the relaxing piano music playing on the stereo. Life had been crazy and busy lately, what with working and trying to keep up with 12 credit hours at school. I stopped and leaned my head back against the chair, thinking I’d close my eyes for just a few minutes and enjoy the quiet…

The wind whipped through her hair as she walked down the street, causing her to shiver at its coolness. It had been so warm today, and now, this cold wind caused more than goosebumps on her skin. There was a definite greenish hue to the sky in the distance, and the clouds were piling up fast. She had been out walking and praying, and hadn’t noticed the storm on the horizon. She wasn’t far from home, now. Picking up her pace, she barely made it to the porch before the rain started to fall. Turning, she scanned the horizon and looked up at the clouds. It was definitely a bad storm! Mesmerized, she watched as the clouds to the northwest began to rotate and drop…

She nearly jumped out of her skin when the siren went off; startled out of her fascinated horror at the sight of the funnel cloud dropping out of the sky. Turning, she went through the house to the back door, grabbing a dog biscuit and her dog’s leash from the crate beside the table. Stepping out into the downpour, she grabbed the dog and attached the leash to his collar, pulling him inside the house behind her. She’d worry about the water mess later. Grabbing a flashlight and several blankets out of the closet, she closed the bedroom doors and sat with the dog in the hallway, waiting on the all clear to sound.

As she sat, her thoughts turned from the storm outside to the storm, the trials she had been praying about while she had been out walking. The enemy of people’s souls was raging and roaring and causing destruction just like the storm outside. As the winds beat around the house, she sat in her hiding place and knew that the storms of life could rage and roar around her, but that she had a safe hiding place in God. And just as she had brought her dog into that hiding place with her in her home, she wanted to draw others into that safe hiding place in God… to have them safe from the destruction and wrath of the tempest of life. Wrapping the blankets around the dog to keep him from dripping on the carpet, and then taking a firm hold on the leash, she leaned her head against the wall to wait on the storm to cease…

It was too quiet. Yawning and opening my eyes, I noticed that the storm had passed and the CD had stopped playing. Setting aside the project that I had been working on before I fell asleep, I picked up my Bible and flipped to the story in Mark 4 about Jesus calming the storm. It was such a blessing to know that he cared, and that he would still the storms that life sent our way, and bring us through them to safety.

If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

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