Wrapped in the warmth of my covers with the heat turned down to "Cool", I lay still and listened. The wind whirled around the corner of the house and rattled the leaves still clinging to the trees. A gentle whistle as I waited--still and silent for the next sound.
A slow occasional clink followed the sound of the wind. An echo off the awning over the windows--clink--clink---clink. The longer I waited, as I talked to my God--the faster the clink-clink came. Soon the clink grew into a chorus --a concert by the symphony of God's creation. No man made music could ever compare to the beauty of this God given rhythm.
As the song played over and over--through out the cold of the night, I stopped and thanked Him for the reminder. Over and over the sleet poured down---covering the roof--falling to the ground---a solid carpet of what He had made. Just like the blessings raining down day after day---covering every surface---growing deeper with each passing moment--filling my life with His good grace.
"I will bless my people and their homes around my holy hill. And in the proper season I will send the showers they need. There will be showers of blessing."