In the wee small hours of the morning, Charlie awoke with a little rumbly in his tumbly. The plea of his cry wasn't the only sound breaking the silence. For a moment I thought I heard the sound of rain. I couldn't be sure, because there have been so many times over the summer that the sound of sand and dirt pelting against the house by great gusts of wind has been mistaken for rain.
I couldn't bring myself to look outside, even though I knew that the percent chance for rain forecasted for the night was very high.
But, as the sun rose, and fresh air drifted through the open windows, I knew it was true.
It rained. On us. More than a sprinkle. Almost an inch - and that amount is more than reason to celebrate!
I haven't seen a dragon fly all summer. You are welcome to bathe on our deck anytime, honey!
The kids forgot what rain looked like. They had forgotten about little treasures of puddles it can leave for them to play in. Yep, George, that's it! You found it! Had you forgotten?? Me too!! Let's go play!
Cut loose, boys, the washing machine is fired up and ready to go - go crazy! Today, mud is a goooood thing!!!
These events were captured with the best sound effects you can imagine - so true to form for boys!
Words cannot describe the utter joy that swept over all of us.
It was as if we have been holding our breath for months, and could finally exhale. Like being trapped in a deep, dark cave and one day finding our way out into the light again.
We need more, so, so very much more. But for today, we will soak in the blessing!
Praise the LORD.
Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good;
his love endures forever.