Savannah needed brushing. She can’t be brushed when her coat is wet—and since it rains here in Dunoon nearly every day—accomplishing that chore is difficult, especially given the large amount of time that it takes to care for husband Alan, who cannot walk.

Recently, I set out with brushes, a comb, and a short leash, and took Savannah down to the edge of the River Clyde to brush her so that her loose fur would fly away with the wind—and hopefully be used by birds this spring for their nests.

On the way to the brushing place, a drop of rain hit my nose. I looked up into the unrelenting grey sky and nearly turned around and returned to the car. I figured that by the time I reached the intended location the sky would have opened up and drenched us. However, I finished brushing Savannah before the rain started. Then I stopped to get a cappuccino to take home to Alan. The sweet barista would not charge me for the drink and gave it to me for free. Blessings I would have missed had I let the possibility of rain stop me.

One drop of rain does not a storm make. How often do we miss blessings by giving up and stopping too soon?

“He who observes the wind will not sow, and he who regards the clouds will not reap.” Ecclesiastes 11:4

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