One of my children's favorite books was entitled, Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs. It was an adorable, fascinating and a little bit frightening tale of a town named "Chewandswallow" that received all of it's food from the sky. For example; breakfast would be a rain of OJ, followed by a plate of pancakes and sausage that fell down from above for breakfast. And each meal would follow suit. What a great concept, just walk outside with a fork and spoon and "Presto", there goes supper. Everything went great, till the weather went wrong. You got "tomato tornadoes" and "Pea soup fog", and a "salt and pepper fog", and everyone had to evacuate!
I say all of this to say, that it rained buckets and buckets today. There is a topical depression somewhere offshore and we are getting wet. I didn't bring my lunch to work, and was thinking that I didn't want to go get something, so..I was musing about how convenient that would be...just hold out the plate, huh?
Well, I guess that last time that really happened was when the Israelites got Manna from God. They were also pretty good whiners like I can be. I wonder if they ever thought, "God, I really don't want to go outside and get my manna today, can you just set it inside the door?" Pretty obnoxious, huh? Well, I can be too.
I am really fortunate to be safe, dry, obviously well fed, and have the ability to have a meal...
So, Thank you Lord for rainy day reminders. It's really not so bad to splash in a puddle and look up at the sky! ...and isn't that rain cloud shaped a little like a chicken leg??
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