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Why is God Crying?

As the skies opened up on my way home from work today, I started wondering why it won't stop raining, like, EVER!!!!!!!!!! Not only was the rain torrential, but the thunder and lightning was of the variety that you have to swerve while driving down the street so as to avoid the lightning bolts from hitting your car. OK, OK... that is a slight exaggeration, but still, I think it helps you understand my point... All of this made me think of the days in which I was petrified by storms, and I would sit on the couch with my mom in the middle of the night talking about why it rains. She was equally scared of the thunder storms at the time, so it is likely that my presence was just as comforting to her, as hers was to me! Regardless, in her many explanations of why it rains I heard reasons that included Mother Mary was crying, the thunder was because people in heaven were bowling, and the lightning happened when someone got a strike. I have heard so many reasons why it rains, but the one that really stuck was that God was crying.

Science, schmience... When you are six years old, it is much easier to understand the God explanation than being told that it is raining because warm moist air has cooled and condensation has occurred.

Anyway, my friend and I have been trying to train for our 50 mile MS ride this weekend. I'm impressed by our perseverance, but the rain has seriously hampered the whole training plan. We have gotten in a lot of miles because we have been sticking to it, but days like today are still frustrating. I drove up to my friend's house in no rain, when I got there I realized I left my helmet in Chicago, we went to buy a new helmet, and while we were in the store the skies opened up again. To Chipotle we went for dinner instead.

And since we are as ready as we are going to be, we know we will complete this ride, especially because we will be riding for people who have MS... People who have much more progressed MS than me, people like me who wish to ride forever, for people who can only ride with hand propelled bikes, people who have never been able to get on a bike because their MS began at a much earlier age than myself, people who never knew they could ride and then were diagnosed with MS and then their attitude/mind/depression made riding impossible. It is for all those people we will ride...

So, as we get closer to the date of the ride, I can't help but beg God to stop crying, at least for several hours on Saturday morning for our ride.

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