In the Hurricane Rain

Lily peered through the windshield, desperately trying to discern the lines on the road. The wipers were no match for the remnants of this hurricane—or whatever this rainstorm was. Somehow she must reach home; she prayed that God would rescue her from this stressful situation. After all, He could stop the onslaught immediately. But then she recalled that most times her heavenly Father chose to allow the storm to subside on its own: He helped her IN the rain rather than rescuing her FROM the rain. Smiling wryly, Lily drove slowly and carefully onward, until an hour later when she pulled into the driveway of home—just as the rain ceased.