God Is In the Rain

Dunking their heads down to the ground, I saw their prize - a wiggly, wet, slimy worm, fresh from the black earth softened by the afternoon's rain. I was not the only one. Fox, our pet cat, watched too! First, five robins with their bright, plump red breasts all spread out each catching their prize in a short time. How do they do it? How do they know when to fish for worms? God is in the rain AND in the robins! It must be that God has instilled ground radar that narrows the fields of moist earth. How else would they know? Awed by the sight of so many robins as many others joined in the treasure hunt in one patch of our yard, I mused at how we too go for the catch. Instinctively we set our sights for the first worm of the day, whatever has been programmed in our mind for that day as our first priority for "fishing" and we go for it. Pecking and scratching and sometimes dirtied, our hard work pays off and we strut off with our goal for the day. And we DO this encumbered and burdened down by secret pain. How do WE do it? Because God is in our rain too, He rains on the just and the unjust. He enables us to function in spite of ourselves. That fits us all at one time or another. Thank God for the rain . . . .