Sometimes we pray for rain. Sometimes God says I have something else for you.
Sometimes we pray for something and God simply sends rain.
God sent rain Sunday night into Monday morning. And it was a pounding, deafening, rushing, torrential rain. It rattled the roof and could be heard thru the ceiling. Looking out the window (which didn’t have glass), one could hear and see--it was like standing in a waterfall! There was a LOT of rain. There is a saying in the area: “Haitians fear rain more than bullets.” To express their dislike and fear of rain, they will credit it with killing their goats.
After a whole night of that much rain, we knew by 5:30 Monday morning there would be no violence that day. There would be no riots, no protests, no roadblocks. People huddled in the shelter of buildings, under the eaves, they grouped under umbrellas. The rain shut everything down. And so I realized people who were praying for me and my safety were praying for rain.
God knew what was needed for me to travel safely to the airport. Rain….
By the time I walked out of the airport door and across the concrete to the plane boarding ramp, there was not a drop of rain.
Thank you God for rain and for all of you who prayed for me on my journey.
And I know you prayed for my Haitian student team that worked so well together.
God bless.
