I usually work on a bit of a schedule. I am also almost always late but I kind of have a plan for each day when I wake up.

A couple of weekends ago I was in a fix in regards to my schedule. It was the last weekend that the pool was open in my neighborhood and I wanted to swim. There was one big problem with that idea. Clouds were in the sky and it looked like rain.  If there is any lightening within the sky the pool will close down. There have been many times when I have been shooed out of the pool on account of lightening.

So I kept looking out my bedroom window at the sky as I put my bathing suit on. I only had a short time in which to swim because I had plans to go to church with a guy friend of mine that evening. One minute I would look out it would be cloudy and the next minute sunny.

Finally I got a little put out and decided to bring the situation to God. I told God that I wanted to swim and I needed His cooperation. I had to have sunshine. I hadn’t swam much all summer and I wanted one last hurrah in the pool. Then I gathered my towel and made sure my goggles and swim cap were in the car and drove to the pool. I jumped in the pool and had the most delightful swim, something about it being the last swim of summer made it extra special.

After swimming close to a half of a mile, I got out, toweled off and went home, jumped in the shower and started to get ready for my church date. Then I happened to see my poor butterfly bush on my back patio. It was drooping. It needed some rain. I felt a twinge of guilt and got to praying again, now asking for rain and thanking him for the sunshine he had just given me so that I could swim. I kid you not, within 15 minutes there was a deluge of rain.

Okay but this rain was coming down in sheets and you know I had that church date planned with my guy friend. Right? He was supposed to be doing a reading in his church. I really wanted to go but the rain was a bit dangerous looking. So I texted him that if it continued I would stay at home. Soon after, the sun came out.

So I got in my car and drove to his church. He actually didn’t need to do the reading that day so we went out to dinner instead. I felt a bit guilty about not going to church but by this time I had totally given control to God so the guilt was soon abated.  We had a nice dinner and when I got home I realized that my butterfly bush could have used more rain so I asked God if he wouldn’t mind? The next day it rained all day.

I felt like such a spoiled brat that day but this isn’t the first time that God had changed the weather because of prayer nor will it be the last. I get so tickled when he does it on account of me. I think he is the most delightful Father ever and when he changes the weather because I have said a prayer I just get the giggles. Makes me want to crawl in His big lap and cover him with kisses and hugs. He is the delight of my heart, soul and mind. He is my Lord and King.

Leviticus 26:3  “If you follow my decrees and are careful to obey my commands, I will send you the seasonal rains.”