March 13, 2012


There is something about rain that sends me off to Joy Land.  It never fails to tip my lips a perfect curve up.  Not only does it brings coolness to my day, but it gives me enough list to thank God for.

When I was little, there was this moment that never got archived to the remotest area of my brain.  I was in my first grade of school and the weather in June here in the Philippines is wet.  It is the start of school year and happy feet of children on their first day of school, don't get dampened by the downpour.  It gives us extra supply to choose to bring to school.  Like, maybe a pink umbrella to match a pair of pink rain coat and sweaters.  We would compare our goodies with one another and we would have fun closing and opening our umbrellas.

One day, I was the envy of my classmates.  When the day ended and we were ready to go home, the rain poured heavily.  We were forced to stay inside our classrooms because it was a stormy kind of rain.  Not just a little drizzle which my tiny umbrella couldn't take.  I might be blown away with it if I tried to walk home under it.

Then, my ever thoughtful Mother came, with her big umbrella.  She came to pick me up armed with my sweater too.  I happily skipped in the rain to walk along side her.  We went home hand in hand under her big umbrella.

The next morning, a couple of classmates told me that I was so lucky to have a Mother like mine.  They longed for their own Mothers to come pick them from school during that downpour of the previous day.  That made me smile all day long wishing it would be raining again by the time we go home.  Nothing could ever dampen my spirits that day.  The sunshine in my smile made the gloomy weather brighter.

Thank you, God, for giving us mothers and for giving them big hearts to carry a good amount of love to extend to their children.

"Rain, rain, rain..... do not go away!  
I like you, any other day.
Umbrellas go up, and up the town,
When you come pouring down, and down.
by Lolita 3.14.2012


Do you like rain?  If not, what experience makes you associate it with hurtful memories?

You may choose to think of it as blessings, pouring down from heaven above, for farmers, for our gardens, for coolness and for thirst.

It would be reassuring to think about why God made that band of lovely colors across the sky when it rains.

It is God's covenant to His people not to flood the earth again like the time of Noah.

So should our troubles and cares be, we are able to get through any of them, because He promised that He will not give us any, larger than we are capable of surpassing.

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