A Prayer Request and a Memory

It is still raining here. I am getting real serious about missing the memo on the ark building...or I'm thinking about checking the paper for boats for sale..

I had to run errands on my lunch break. There were huge areas where the water was flooding the street. Scary stuff, especially when you drive a car like mine that isn't that high off the ground. I HATE DRIVING IN THE RAIN!

The schools all closed early today due to the rain...got to be able to get the kids that live out of town, home. The rain is definitely controlling what we do these days.


Last night we got a phone call. A family in our church has an urgent prayer request. The mother/grandmother, who also goes to our church, was traveling around the Houston area with her four sisters. A car in the other lane hydroplaned and crashed into them. The driver, the youngest sister died. The other three sisters are in very critical condition. we are still not sure if they will pull through. The lady that goes to our church is banged up pretty bad, but is going to be OK. Please pray. We are talking about the families of these five sisters. A precious family at that.


As I was driving through my wet streets, thinking about how many accidents could happen among the wet conditions, prayer was on my lips constantly. I was also reminded of my own story of God's protection in the rain. The real reason I HATE DRIVING IN THE RAIN!!!

It was back in 1998. I was pregnant, with a one and a half year old. I lived in a small town in Texas. I was on my way to Nacogdoches, where my daughter was scheduled to see her pediatrician. I was in my hubby's truck. It had poured rain that morning, but it was starting to clear off, with just a light drizzle. As I barreled down the highway, my tires hit a patch of water and I found myself hydroplaning and then spinning until I landed perfectly in the turning lane. With one hand on my belly, I quickly checked the backseat for Kayla. She had a huge smile on her face as if to say "do it again mommy!" As I sat there, with cars zooming past me in both directions, I realized that on the radio was Leann Rimes singing a song about angels.

Here I was, on a Texas highway, a total nervous wreck, sitting in the turning lane, 30 miles from home, in the drizzling rain, with a smiling baby in the backseat and a kicking baby on the way in another 4 months and on the radio is a young girl singing about angels...God is good.

So, as I sit here listening to the rain gently fall, I'm praying for a sweet family, while remembering that God is ALWAYS in control.