Rain, Shrain!

You know the story of the little boy who cried wolf!?  I've been living in that story with my fellow city people.
Every year, right in the middle of a long hot summer, comes the exciting season that claims our fame.  Monsoon!  But this year, everyday since August, the little weathermen on the hill have pointed to their fancy weather maps claiming, Rain!  Rain!  The roving reporters, with their sleeves rolled up, wearing shades and sunscreen, are shown outside on the most wet corners alongside a little, almost dried up puddle.  My favorite nights have always been when I wake up to pounding rain and thunder and lightening.  So far this year, not a single "wet" night has convinced me.  It has sprinkled, but that's it.  Don't get me wrong, the sky does look threatening, and it's enough of a change from the heat that us city people get excited.  But day after day of this is enough.  I have worn thin of hope.  This time of year, the weather usually is the hot topic, but any more, I look at the sky and yawn.    

Faith

On Christmas morning last year, and just as the Christmas tree had been emptied of it's treasures, Randy was handed one last gift from Gregg and Rachael.  Time seemed to stop as we all observed the contents.  To our delight, Randy held up a tiny Christmas one-sie - that would fit a baby girl perfectly for next year's Christmas!  The crowd went wild!   And I'll never forget looking at a now beaming couple  holding tight to each other on the couch as the cheering continued.  They looked relieved to finally be able to say it out loud, but most of all they looked heavenly.

After a faithful and carefully planned 9 months of wonderful anticipation, Frances was born July 29, 2013
She is perfect and beautiful in every way.

When Frances was born, the nurses and Dr.s took special care of her in a room especially for monitoring.  Gregg proudly brought sister after sister, brother after brother, and parent after parent in to meet her.  It wasn't the scenario they had planned, but they were just a door or two away, and they could go to her anytime they wanted or needed (to feed her).  They have both been so pleased and proud from day one.  It's sweet.

Do you think you can feel faith?  I do.  It was there the days and nights we visited Frances, Rachael, and Gregg in the hospital.  They never let on their concern, but when we left, we all knew they needed our prayers.  And I knew why last Christmas morning they looked so heavenly.  
They have faith.