Yesterday at lunch I drove to the top of Kennesaw Mountain and an amazing thing happened: sun washed over the city of Atlanta in the distance and then blue sky broke through the grey threaten clouds above me.

Wet leaves covered the mountain road that lead to the top and then a runner passed me. The rain was over!

Eighteen days of rain and I felt like I had released a flock of doves, and they all had returned with olive branches!

Little Kennesaw Mountain seemed to smile and shake off the wet. Several of us—all strangers— stopped and looked at one another. Then we pulled out our cameras and cell phones and starting takes photos. I lifted my face to the sky and thought, Wow! Thank you, Lord, for me being here at this moment!

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