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Watermelon and Rainshowers

I am convinced some of the most beautiful things in life are the unexpected things. The things which we do not plan or foresee, but the things God brings to life which give smiles or demand trust. This Saturday, two friends and I decided to do some homework by the pool. We were craving some sunshine soaked into our skin and water to wash away our homework worries. We loaded up our towels and textbooks with excitement for this wonderful plan.
On our way to the pool, we passed a man selling watermelon on the side of the road. We pulled beside a man in overalls sitting in a lawn chair and asked how much he was selling for.
"Eight dollars," he said, but he had no teeth so I heard, "eff horors." What? I asked again, "Sir how much for your watermelons?" He gave the same response and I heard nothing more clearly. Finally, after the third time asking, we deduced the eight dollar price. Unfortunately, I only had five dollars cash with me.
I explained my predicament and asked, "Sir, could we buy half of one for five dollars?" Long story short, he was selling them for eight, but we walked away with one and a half for five.

With a watermelon and a half on board, we were even more excited to be by the pool. We unloaded all of our loot onto the pool patio and jumped in the water. Two minutes into the water, dark clouds appeared in the sky and the clap of thunder echoed over our heads. We looked at each other and kept treading, then the strike of lightening hit behind us and we were out of the water and under a covering. A waterfall of rain came down in slanted sheets. We sat, huddled in towels, soaked and disappointed. The rain did not let up, but eventually our moods did as we breathed in the summer rain. With homework on our laps, our intentions were honorable, but the pitter-patter of raindrops gave us the right lullaby for a little nap. We did not expect the downpour, but the unexpected brought us a beautiful display of God's glory. May you be open to the beauty of the unexpected. May God surprise you in His timing and His way.

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