Okay, so, it’s really raining out there. It reminds me of my childhood. Whenever I got all A’s in school, once a six weeks, we would go to Lee’s China. For some reason it was always raining. I think that superstitiously, people, including ourselves, might’ve thought we called the rain, like we were rain spirits. I have a deep connection with rain, because for the most part in childhood, when I prayed for rain, it rained. Mom remembers praying it would rain every week in summer so our grass would flourish. God answered her prayer in the affirmative. He doesn’t always. God’s power over weather was one of the first things I understood experientially about him. However, when it comes to changing peoples’ hearts, an issue in the spiritual realm, that seems much harder. I don’t mean changing their mind. I mean praying for opportunities to know Jesus Christ. I’ve learned from M. that you can’t force change. You can only be a light, as a believer. People may come to know Jesus and obtain life through your witness, or something you say or do, may plant a seed that grows.
Guess I had a lot on my mind today.