When the drenching rains come, give thanks.
For so long we wandered through dry desert wastelands.
When the sun beats down mercilessly, give thanks.
From its warmth for so long were we lost in the freezing distance of sin.
When the winter winds whip relentlessly, give thanks.
For then He draws us close to the innermost warmth of His love drawn-near.
When the day, perchance, is brightly beautiful, give thanks.
For in the goodness of life is where we tend to forget our Maker.
Give thanks on that beautiful day lest we forget God, and in the beauty become accursed.
For in our minds, when suffering escapes us, we may think,
"I have everything, and need nothing."
