And Then The Rain Came

I had to carry a poster over a distance of a mile or so in the rain. It was cold, and my hands became red and numb. I still had a while to go until I was home, so I tried to focus my mind on something so that the walk wouldn't seem as long. I started out thinking about my week. Instead of making myself sad over it, I realized an analogy of my current situation: I was carrying this roll of paper, holding it close to my body, so that no rain can damage it. I was careful to keep it from harm, and I had to be strong (my arm was getting sore from holding my huge umbrella). I thought about how God does sort of the same thing. He carries me through the rain, and protects me. He is my shelter. Although things are tough right now, I have faith that He will carry me through and I'll be ok in the end.