We’re in the middle of a tropical depression.  Tropical Depression #16.  Somehow giving it a title seems to validate what’s going on outside my windows right now.  Rain.  Lots and lots of rain.  While I’m not exactly looking forward to the morning commute, I can’t get the words to an old hymn out of my mind. 

“There shall be showers of blessing, this is the promise of love.  There shall be seasons refreshing, sent from the Savior above.  Showers of blessing, showers of blessing we need.  Mercy drops ‘round us are falling, but for the showers we plead”.

There’s another verse to the song that isn’t as well known. 

“There shall be showers of blessing, if we but trust and obey. There shall be seasons refreshing, if we let God have His way.”

Maybe I’ll look at the rain differently this morning.  Maybe instead of being irritated at sloppy roads, wet feet and bad hair, I’ll let it remind me of God’s promises and His blessings and His desire to shower them all over me.

 “I will make them and the places all around My hill a blessing; and I will cause showers to come down in their season; there shall be showers of blessing.           Ezekiel 34:26

There Shall Be Showers of Blessing,  Daniel Webster Whittle, 1883