Listen to the pouring rain, listen to it pour..........

After nearly twenty years of obstinancy, of insisting that I could do it all by myself, that I didn't need help from anybody, I broke under the staggering weight of old grief, a new death, loneliness, financial ruin, physical debility, overwhelming responsibility, and desperation. Fortunately for me, although I had lost God in those years, God had not lost me.  When my desolation was so acute that I finally called out His name, He was there to carry me as He has always promised.  So I went back to church, made my confession, took communion and made a commitment to God.  Next spring I will seek confirmation in the church.

Joining the choir was part of the commitment I made.  Tonight when I went to the church, it was pouring rain.  No one else showed up for practice, but I sat in my car and just listened to the sound.  I used to think that rain was sad......the sky weeping as Mother Nature tried to drown her sorrows.  Tonight, I heard extraordinary music.  It wasn't Mother Nature's sorrow I heard, but her philharmonic orchestra, joyously playing in concert.