Rain + Dirt = Mud

We have a little picture in one of our bathrooms. It's a Mary Engelbreit - so it's cute and happy. It's one of her little girls next to a corn field, up to her knees in mud, mud on her face and hands - and it says, "Don't pray for rain if you're not willing to deal with a little mud." That one little picture has brought me so much comfort. I know that I prayed and asked God, believing that He was ready and willing to answer my prayer, to heal Rachael and help her live in the light of reality and not in the fantasy world she had created.

We often think that when God works He does it quickly and with a nice neat bow to tie it all together. And that may very well be His desire. But more often than not, we humans get our free will into it and really make a mess of it. So, as the last year or so has been filled with the yuck of mud - many days, I've been able to thank God for the work that He has been doing. Some days, don't have the reality of rain in them and they're actually hot and humid, and I wonder if I was CRAZY for asking for rain in the first place. So, if we really are in those moments when the sun is starting to peak through, then we can trust that there will be some fruit to go with this mud, and the difficulties of the storm will be worth it all. Not because of our understanding, but because of HIS faithfulness. How blessed we are! Surrender to His will and obedience to His plan are the keys!