I love a good rain. I love the smell of rain. This morning as I woke out of my morning slumber, I heard the rain on our roof. Pitter patter, pitter patter. It's a great sound, so relaxing. One of my favorite things to do when it is raining out is to curl up on the couch with a hot cup of coffee and a good book and listen to the rain. Rain is a good thing. It helps to water our gardens and make things greener around us. Here the rain is warm. I like the warm rain much better then I do the cold rains in Wisconsin in April. I can imagine the cold, cold rain that a lot of you will feel this April. This morning Jake and I sat out in our “garage” area with our cups of coffee in hand listening to and watching the rain come down. We have gotten into a beautiful habit of starting our day together outside with coffee in hand sitting and either talking about what our day looks like or just sitting there soaking in the sun. Today as we were just sitting there in our own thoughts watching the rain come down I couldn’t help but think about all the hundreds of children and people we see on the streets everyday. Where do they go? We weren’t sitting in a little sprinkle this morning. We were sitting in a down pour. It rained harder this morning then any day that I remember. It was coming down in buckets. Our garden was flooding and as we sat there under our garage roof I couldn't help but think of the little ones who would likely get swept off their feet if stuck out in this down pour. Where do they go? How do they protect themselves from the rain? So many questions and no answers. I would never have thought about the homeless and the children less fortunate sitting on my couch in my warm house in Wisconsin. I am thankful for the Lord opening my eyes and my heart. As hard as it is to see the poverty and the disparity each and everyday here, I am thankful. I am thankful I get to see it… Now, what am I going to do to help… Keep praying for us as we pray for you. Love you all!