It's a rainy Monday here in O-Town. Today I got up early and mowed some yards with Jonathan. And the whole time I was mowing, I was just thinking how stupid it was that it was raining, and how much easier our jobs would be if it wasn't raining. For all you non-lawn-mowers, mowing in the rain is a royal pain. Especially blowing because all the grass and dirt sticks to the driveway and side walk...ugh... But anyway, I was really mad that it was raining. But then I realized that I should really be glad that it's raining. Because without rain, no grass would grow, which means there would be no business, which means no money for me, which means Ryan is poor. Not good. So actually, the rain was a good thing. But after I thought about it some more, I discovered that the real reason I was mad was not because it was raining, because I don't hate rain, but because it was raining at a inconvenient time for me. I was mad because God was in charge, and not Me. Which is totally ridiculous, because if I was in charge of my life, I would be in a world of trouble.

And that wouldn't be good