I dropped my in-laws off at the airport Monday after an awesome, week-long visit. We camped, we took part in the wonderful Washington State Fair, and we shopped until we dropped. They are such wonderful, down-to-earth, give you the shirt off their back kind of people and we always love when they visit. We hadn’t laid eyes on them in two years. (Except for FaceTime. Thanks Apple!) So when we heard they were coming we started making plans. September can be extremely beautiful in Washington State… Or it can be extremely wet and you never know which of those two extremes it will be until it’s upon you. Every plan we made took advantage of our gorgeous outdoors. Yeah, I took a chance. So when I checked the weather the week before they were set to arrive and saw rain… Rain… RAIN! All week! I will be honest. I panicked. And then I remembered my God. My God who cares about the little things. My God who set the stars in their place. My God who gave us ALL authority. And we had a little chat. I remembered who I was in Him and I stood. And would you believe we had gorgeous weather the entire time we were camping and the day we went to the Fair it was almost 80? That’s my King!
Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. (Luke 12:27-40)