Bringing the Rain

I went running today because it was so much cooler than it has been (i.e. under 100 degrees). And even with a stiff breeze, it was still grossly hot. But what did I expect? It’s summer…in the desert. But as I ran, I saw a blessed sight. Off in the distance, the wind was blowing clouds over the Sandia Mountains. Flushed and sweating, it was easy to pray for God to bring the rain.
Full of expectation, I watched those clouds drift in and park on the mountain; they never got anywhere close to us. I was disappointed and nearly home before I started getting pelted with cold, high desert raindrops. Then I realized the truth: rain was coming -- not from the clouds I could see, but from the clouds I couldn’t see.
The whole time I prayed, I fixated on the clouds in front of me – they were where the rain was going to come from, I was sure of it. But I was wrong. God was bringing the rain from behind me.
He is always faithful to bring the rain. But He gets to choose the source and I get to be grateful.