Today the rain sweeps across the field in waves, like an
endless stream of people on the march. How the Australians must long for such
precipitation in New South Wales and Queensland, where fires blaze out of
control! Father, send your rain.
God speaks in every season, in every circumstance, in every
language and in the silence. He speaks in my plenty and he speaks in my pain. He
never leaves me nor forsakes me. In the sprint when trouble strikes out of
nowhere and is quickly resolved, he is there. In the marathon where challenges
stretch to the farthest horizon, he is there.
I am grateful for such a faithful Father. I am never alone.
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