I awoke before light to the sounds of an actual and true spring rain – that really good heavy, lush, wash-away-the-winter, things-are-greening-before-my-"ears" kind of rain.
After a time of soaking in the Presence during some personal worship time, I spent the morning with a former employee who has become a trusted friend and son in Christ.
Now the sun is shining brightly on some very happy and song-filled birds and seeds that were only recently "buried alive" beneath the black earth (in pure faith that what dies will live again) have sprung up in new life knowing it is safe now. It's OK to start again.
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I love your perspective on the world. I opened my window this morning at 4am so I could listen to the rain and thunder as I slept. It was wonderful. I grew up thinking I hated all precipitation ever. But I realize now that's just because I grew up in Colorado. When I went to Fiji and the rain was warm, it was amazing. We don't get much rain here, mostly only snow.
I grumbled at the gloomy, rainy weather this morning. I also prayed for a new attitude towards life this morning. As I was driving to work, I realized, the earth needs the rain. It isn't a bad thing. Cheer up!
You have the knack honey…
Beautifully put! I look forward to the next rain storm, we don't get enough of them.
I woke up to the same downpour. It was amazing. For some reason I find comfort in the sound of a true rain storm. It is beautiful music to my ears. Please let it down pour again Lord!