Rain. For most people, rain is one of the worst things you can do to their day. It ruins camping trips and picnics, parties and weddings. However, in my case, I love the rain. There is nothing that makes me happier than a good rain shower or thunderstorm to make me feel all cosy and snug in my house. I can sit for hours and just drink coffee, make plans, and soak in the rain.
I also love the way that things seem to grow better in the rain. Our garden will produce with water from the faucet but there is nothing that will make plans grow better than the rain from the heavens.
We have had rains this summer but the rain that came today was just what we needed to quinch the thirst of the end of summer. We always stay so dry during the month of August.
I feel like the rain covers my small world in a blanket and keeps me humble and warm from the rest of the world. Things stop in the rain but other things flourish with those little drops of life-giving water.
I think about the rains of life. I hate nothing more than a dry season in any part of my life. I love the life giving flood of living water rising over my dry soul and cleansing away all the hurt and loneliness of a drought.
I am so thankful for the rain that will always induce praise from me to God, the giver of life.
When we go through drought in our lives it is easy to forget the refreshing rains that will bring new and even returning life to our souls. I pray that we never forget to be patient in the drought and wait for the “cloud the size of a man’s hand” to end the drought in our lives. God will always send the rain!