Feathers, Miracles, and Rain
We’ve often gone through difficult storms in life, when we begin to wonder if things will ever get better.
I remember when a literal storm came through late in the evening. I sat in the dark, watching out the windows at the light show. Thunder shook the walls, wind tossed the skeletal branches of the trees, the rain pounded the ground.
Far off in the distance, I saw a small round orb of golden light. It was a security light in the yard of a house that normally couldn’t be seen through a thick wall of trees. It made me think of the glory of God, as if He was watching the miracle of rain He performed, just as I was.
Several days later, we had another storm pass through, this one during the late morning. I stood at the back door watching as the drops splashed on the steps, the bricks, and the grass. And I smiled as each drop I watched seemed to twinkle, as if filled with something other than water.