Please remember, this is just a rough draft, and I do mean rough. Feel free to critique.

I love God stories. Now, I don’t mean Bible stories, although those are pretty great, too. I mean God stories. A God story is all about that moment you realized God’s hand was all over a situation, like what happened to me recently during a rainy day.

Every Thursday, I have about an hour between classes with nothing to do except feed the parking meter. Last Thursday, I decided to go to class early rather than wandering around aimlessly. The classroom had computers and internet. I was sure I could find a game of Solitaire, Free Cell, or something mindless on Yahoo!. Cautiously, I made my way to the classroom. I say cautiously because I am still not very comfortable navigating around the unfamiliar campus, but I am very familiar with my own ability to easily get lost. My first day of class, I had walked around the outside of an entire building and through the entire first floor before I could figure out how to get to the second floor. So, you can understand my relief when I found the right door, and you can understand my dread at seeing an ominous note, its words mocking my success, hanging on that very same door. The class had been moved to another room.

After a deep breath, I reasoned, ‘How bad can it be? This is a small campus.” Then I looked at the sign again and realized I’d never even heard of the building I was looking for. Now what? I was doing just fine on time but that wouldn’t last. Getting lost on a college campus has a way of eating up large chunks of time. I needed a plan. So, I carefully found my way back to the stairs in search of direction. I found that direction and a map at the window of the Parking Permitting Office. The doors opened with a swish, and armed with my map and good directions, I happily stepped out…into the rain.

While I had searched out the next piece of my puzzle, dark clouds were spitting rain pellets on the campus. The sidewalk that would bring me to the door of the right building loomed before me speckled with droplets of water. It was a long walk from where I was to where I wanted to be. I didn’t carry an umbrella. The whole way, I kept asking God if He thought this was funny. I did thank Him for the rain, as I know I should. I just did it rather sarcastically.

I finally made it to my destination, damp and still confused. I may have found the building, but I still haven’t found the room. Drop me off in the middle of nowhere; give me a topographical map, a compass and a good walking stick; and I would be more apt to find my way than in a strange building trying to understand someone else’s sense of organization. Suffice it to say, after looking in every corner of the lobby for sign, I did find the right door. It was locked.

Just as I was turning to find a comfortable seat back in the lobby, the sky opened and rain poured down all around me, but I was safe and dry. The door I had been searching for was located in a covered walkway. As I made myself comfortable on the concrete, my back against the brick wall, I looked up. I had some apologies to make. He hadn’t sent me out into that light drizzle to make me miserable. He did it to keep me from being soaked in the deluge that followed.

Funny, isn’t it, how God will put those little ideas in your head, and if you’re not careful, you are going to miss them. I wasn’t always a Christian. My early Bible knowledge came from the movies The Ten Commandments and Jesus Christ Superstar. I don’t even think there was a Bible in my house, but I’m learning. I’m learning to watch for His hand in my life, even on the little things like saving me from the rain. I’m learning to be grateful for His whispers, especially when that whisper is urging me to run, and I have no idea until I reach safety that a 500-pound, 16-hand-tall thoroughbred had been chasing me. But that’s another story for another time.

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