Our valley has been choked with thick, disheartening smoke for the better part of a month as our beloved Glacier National Park burns. It’s a tough fire to fight; Lake McDonald is a bowl, collecting smoke and giving it nowhere to disperse. Aircraft have reported being unable to even find the fire, so concentrated is the smoke.
(Note: this post was written in August of 2018.)
So, yesterday morning in church, we asked God to deliver the goods. We asked for rain.
He answered. That afternoon, a cold front bequeathed us a steady drizzle worthy of Seattle.
Today it not only continued, but turned into snow at higher elevations. In August. Granted, that isn’t actually unusual in Glacier, but this year, it couldn’t have been more welcome.
And I’m…kinda flabbergasted.
Happy, but disbelieving.
God healed my knee during a recent hiking trip. I know what my knee felt like on just Advil; this wasn’t that. No pain at all, not even a one of ten. I could walk in total confidence.
And again I’m…disbelieving. Did that really happen?
This is revealing a lot in my soul. Maybe it’s just the uncomfortable questions of Why not all those other prayers back through…I dunno, my entire life?