The sweet smell of rain

We awoke this morning to a very powerful rain storm. So when I say rain I do not mean a light spring shower but rather buckets of rain in just a few minutes of time. You say ok it is raining, it is after all the rainy season and it should be expected. But it is not the rain that is intriguing…. it is what you hear amongst the rain…within the rain. The birds never stopped singing. For a short period of time the sound of the rain hitting the roof made their songs weaker, but as mighty as the rain tried to be it did not silence them. Their hearts continued to break through the over powering force that would normally drive any living creature to find safety. The Ugandan’s are so much like the birds in the storm. This world has given them some mighty storms but they continue to shine through them. They continue to be a very proud but humble nation. They face more storms in a month than we in the western world might face in a few years maybe a lifetime. Should we take note that even though we feel so many pressures in our daily lives, feeling as though the rain will consume us at any time, we need to remember to sing in the rain and let God handle the storms in our lives, as He is the only one that can get us through the storms. Good morning Uganda it is going to be a great day.