FTER TWO MONTHS OF DROUGHT, some of our trees
were losing their leaves, and some of them were actually dying.
Every day we spent time watering those that we could in a desperate
attempt to save them. Thunderstorms would pass by with a promise
of relief, but no rain came.
Prayer is a wonderful thing. In fact, it is in itself a miracle.
A miracle is something you believe before you see it.
other day another thunderstorm began to pass us by. We got together
and asked our Father to please give us some rain and quench the
dry land. At that moment, a heavy downpour began, and we danced
with joy at such a quick response to our request.
We walked outside after the rain to survey the beauty of the soaked
ground and trees. In the middle of the garden was a barren tree
with no leaves. There on a barren branch was a ‘jewel,’
a droplet of rain that would change colors when I moved. It dazzled
like a diamond, a prism of the sun’s light. I thought, “What
a miracle that even among something so seemingly dead, there is
beauty,”if I just take the time to stop and look and
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