God is With Me

November and December has always been a rainy season. Well, in Southeast Asia, it has always been the norm. Makes us think of Seattle and its never-ending rainy periods.
As I looked on at the downpour today from the window, I remembered how I managed to escape it on multiple occasions over the past few weeks. Always in the nick of time, I either got to the bus stop or home before it rained cats and dogs.
Perhaps I am insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But my faith have always been that God only allowed to skies to unleash their water after I got to shelter. Seems naive or dreamy but I do want to believe in it. And if God is watching out for me, if he is with me, he will never not let him fall in harm's way.

What about someone who always get drenched by the rain? Is God not with him or is God letting him suffer such small disturbances as warnings of greater wrath to come? 我想太多了吧！