I miss the rain. I love the rain. To look out my living room window and see the sky that grayish blue color. To see the clouds overflowing with drenching, soaking, beautiful rain. Don’t get me wrong, I am loving the sun filled blue skies we have had lately. My soul gets happy seeing the sunshine and feeling its warmth. I really love seeing all the snow melt! But, I long for a deep and cleansing rain.
I cannot wait to hear the drops hitting the roof of my house. To see the collected tiny spatters form a puddle, that eventually becomes a flood and washes away the dirt and grime left behind by its frozen counterpart. Uncovering the buried earth and making the world around me green again. I want to see the driving rain push everything out of its way, and leave only the colors of spring in its wake. The build up from the cold winter lost in the deep cleansing showers of the falling drops of water.
Life. The beautiful, chaotic, somewhat organized mess that I call my life could use a good rain too.
The promise of rain. The certainty that He will come in exactly the way we need Him.
Sometimes, I need Him to come to me like a driving rain. A storm that takes out all of the hurt, and replaces it with fresh earth ready to take what He wants to plant in place of what I have let take root.
The promise of rain.
A rain that knows that sometimes I need a slow, steady downpour. A drenching that brings floods of grace and washes away the mistakes I can’t seem to let go. A rain that makes those things that I hold onto so slippery my heart has no choice but to let them slip away.
The promise of rain.
He knows when I need a fresh and light drops of refreshing. To feel His overwhelming love as a touch of healing and growth. A rain that gently takes away longing and replaces it with the contentment that His grace and mercy bring. A rain that forces me to grow because I can’t stop the nourishment it brings.
I will choose happy because of this promise of rain. I long for it. I can feel it coming and only hope I am standing outside when the first drop falls.
He comes as rain comes, like spring rains refreshing the ground.
Hosea 6:3 The Message
Consider the Birds... 