Yesterday at our service site I was able to witness the comforting presence of God. We arrived and the weather was being a big pain-heavy rain and strong winds. The previous day, we could not even get to the site because of the flooding; so, today was important to catch up on our lost work pruning the rose geranium in the fields. We headed out into the fields when the rain had paused for a moment. We were with the Zulu ladies, which was our first time getting to work beside them. I glanced up at the sky, which showed blue patches, the sun poking its head through. I smiled, happy to feel just a bit of sun in the cold air. As we began working, however, the sun was soon swallowed up by the clouds and down came the rain. I could sense that the ladies were not pleased and I was tempted to begin complaining but I decided to sing instead. So I started praising my Jesus. “So good, so, so good to me” and “You’re beautiful” over, and over, and over again. I knew that if I stopped sin