9/24/09 I grew up on a farm in the Panhandle of Texas. I know the value of rain. We never viewed rain as an inconvenience. We saw it as life. So the past two days I have not minded getting my feet muddy as I have been walking and praying in the mornings. I have been giving thanks, especially after the long period of drought here in central Texas.
The second time I went to the Holy Land, on the last day we were in Jerusalem in January, it was raining hard. Some were complaining, they hadn't brought rain gear, their feet were wet, etc. Our guide said, "do you know what we call rain here?" "No," we replied. He said, "Blessing."
Love,
Lynn
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