Ever since I was really little, I've loved the rain. Well, water in general actually. But since I don't live at the beach, and The Great Salt Lake isn't exactly my idea of paradise, rain is the next best thing. I find it comforting to not be able to really see the sky, only dark clouds. I used to describe it as being in a snow globe that only had my city in it. I love it. It makes me feel safe.
But there's another reason why I love it. When I was about eight or nine, I was having a really rough day. And so I said a prayer. I asked Heavenly Father to send me something to comfort me, a little miracle that I would know was just for me. When I woke up the next morning, it was raining. Now, you could say that it doesn't rain specifically for me, sometimes it's just weather. But what I've found, is that anytime I'm having a hard time, a bad day, missing someone, anything, it rains.
The spring my parents separated? Wettest spring ever.
My missionary leaving last week? Summer storms.
He knows me better than anyone, He knows when I need my storms. When everything around me needs to be cleaned once again.
So I just have to be thankful for every storm. Because even when I don't realize how much I need to feel safe again, The Lord reminds me. And when I've pulled away, and stop turning to Him for everything, He shows me that He is there, forever waiting for me to come back to Him. Because He knows I always will.
