Rain

It’s easy to forget that not everyone has the same perspectives. Different things take on a different meaning when viewed from different cultures. Last week a family we’ve been getting to know came knocking on our door asking for a ride to the grocery store. The rain was just starting and it appeared to be getting harder. Not the type of weather I generally want to go grocery shopping in but I couldn’t tell them no. The whole family came along. On the way the wife kept telling me how much she loved the rain. I started thinking about it from her perspective. She comes from a dry desert climate. Rain is not an inconvenience, something to grumble about. It is something to be cherished, savored. There’s a little boy in the apartment complex who literally lies in a puddle that forms in the parking lot. Free water falling from the sky is such a blessing, just ask anyone in California. We’ve just grown so accustomed to it, we forget to see it for what it really is.

The Word tells us that the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike (Matthew 5:45). So often we are so unjust, but we forget how little we deserve God’s blessings in our own lives. I pray that I don't grow so accustomed to God's blessings that I forget to see them for what they are and give Him the praise and honor. He has chosen to shower His love down upon us, as much as we don’t deserve it and for that I am thankful!