February 09th, 2018

Every night after the terribly boring worship service we had our own service on the front lawn of our cabin. We would sing, pray, give testimonies, I would share a short message and we would head to bed. One night as we were having our worship time, it began to rain. However, no rain was coming down on the place we were worshiping. You could hear the rain on the roof of the cabin and in the woods around us but we were as dry as we could be. It was one of those extraordinary things happening with us that week. As I recall this evening was exceptional as many of our young people were sharing wonderful testimonies of God grace and love happening in their lives and in the groups they were participating. When we dismissed, the rain came down where we were meeting. In fact, some of them played in the rain and got soaking wet. Raindrops of joy fell upon us.