Rain, Rain, come again!

There shall be showers of blessings. God is so good to allow more rain than we know what to do with.
The plains across from our housing community, has become a marshland and looks somewhat like the rice patties in Japan, that I have seen in pictures. We would need to import some alligators, to make a marshland movie. I find it beautiful. God has taken us so far from the drought of 2 years ago, that we hardly know what to do, but complain about the water everywhere.
How Green was my Valley? Perhaps that was a complaint against God's multitudinous dark providences, or perhaps it was a remembrance of the beauty of the culture that had endured the dark providences of life together. Whichever, Lewellen named it precisely. The beauty of the dark clouds, shine the contrast of God's overwhelming care, more dynamicly.
We drove from my job and the dark clouds were ominous, in the direction that we were driving. We often imagine that the sunbeams behind the dark clouds are slides that the angels slide down to us on. This imagination started, when we first came down here and Evvy was still a little girl. The first dance that we went to, she and I; we were driving and imagining the parties of the angels glorifying God. "Go Gabriel..." We laughed at the angels enjoying themselves, like we do. The angel slides were so obvious that day. We were not used to this much sky being obvious to us, having come from a place where there is more of human buildings, than sky to be admired.
Little did we know that the angels were coming to minister to us, in party form. We would cry and God would hear us before we cried it. The children could count the many times that God had delivered us from danger in the car, in the Bronx and Brooklyn and New Jersey and all over. Enoch said, it is amazing that it has been so long that God has not had to deliver us in this way. The last time that we were stranded, we were babies. Halleluia!
Well, the closer that we got to the mall, where we were taking the ladies for their socializing, the more the car started to peeter out. We knew it was going to break down. The transmission was nearly gone and the car had been welded together, the light of the battery was gone and the engine started to sputter.
Dry as a bone and the battery was obviously going. We saw the angels push the car back home with no power. The rain was coming down and the wipers worked intermittently. No lights and no dashboard lights and 6 stranded people, with a very big angel running them down the highway and his helpers running interception for him. They were obviously saving us. Only unbelief, couldn't see them. Finally, we got so close to where we started and he got very tired. Even an angel's strength is limited, running that much weight up the highway. The devil tackled him at the 10 yard line. The road service from Allstate took us the rest of the way home and some very good neighbors. God is good.
Yea, though I ride in the valley of the highway, Lord, Thou art there. We have seen him protect us on the Cross Bronx Expressway and the Major Deegan and the LIE and the Belt Parkway and now we see that the angels can find us, even in NC. Halleluia!