In the quiet still of the night, I purposefully did not turn on my little noisy fan which drowns out all of the sounds of my college neighbors.  It was a special night-a night when I wanted to hear the sounds from all around.  Normally I cannot sleep with the noise of my rowdy-partying neighbors and old whipper snapper banging around--tonight I knew it would be different.

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."
Ezekiel 34:26

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