It's raining tonight, breaking a long hot and dry streak that has threatened to turn the hills of west Austin into so much tender ready to explode in flames. We've had a record-hot June, and summer's just getting started. So a nice, slow rain is a gift from God.
Some thunderstorms scare me: the ones that rage and howl and threaten to blow the house down. Others are beautiful, like the one tonight, as it rolls and gently bumps its way across the night sky. It comforts rather than frightens.
And as I'm slogging through the left-overs tomorrow morning, I hope that I remember God's infinite goodness. How he lulled me to sleep with sound of sweet rain and gentle thunder bouncing through the night on acrobat feet.
God is good, when you let him be.
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