There is hardly a sensation more spiritually or emotionally overwhelming than to be able to see, hear, taste, or feel the blessings that come from our Holy Father and know with absolute certainty from whence they come. Here in draught-stricken Arkansas where drinking water supplies are dangerously low and municipalities are restricting how we can wash our cars (only at high-pressure, low-usage commercial car washes) and when we can water our lawns, there has been a steady rain this morning that is as refreshing to hear and see as any other sensation I can imagine.
How timely it was, then, that in the "religion" section of today's Arkansas Democrat-Gazette is an article reminding us of the power of the "moment of silence" that we not-often-enough exercise in our worship services or in our daily lives. As I sat silently and listened to the abundant rain outside, I was instantly reminded of how it is by the hand of the Lord that we are protected and nourished. Even as the outdoors was being washed anew and refreshed with the much-needed rain, I was indoors and protected from the elements. I was reading a paper that is published in a free nation, and my family is well.
It doesn't get much better than this.
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