Raindrops on my Roof Top

It was raining this past Sunday night, and as I was laying in bed I got restless. I turned on my music, but didn´t want to listen to it. I tried to play soduko, but couldn´t concentrate. I looked at my journal, but decided my day was boring enough that I had nothing to write about. So I layed back and listened to the raindrops and distant rumble of thunder, but I still couldn´t relax. Finally I rolled over, grabbed my pen and journal and started writing. I don´t know where the words came from, but suddenly my page was filled with words, and then the next page and the next. Listening to the rain made me think about Noah and his family in the ark and how they must have felt listening to the rain pelt the ark for 40 days and 40 nights. They had no idea what came next in life. They didn´t know when and if the rain was ever going to end. They had so much faith though, that God would carry them through, that he would show them in his time what came next. I´m sure Noah had his times of anger and frusteration at God, especially when he was building the ark and everyone was mocking him for it, but he persevered, he had faith. I think this is true for everyones lives. We really have no idea what comes next, but if we have faith and persevere then one of those times that we send out our perverbial doves, it will come back with God´s answer of what comes next.