I think about how gentle rains give the earth another drink of water. All the plant life opens up to receive this precious gift of life, storing the abundance for the dry days ahead.
Much as I do, when studying and taking in His Word.
How His Word has become a part of my daily essential needs so I may grow and become more like Him. So He may shine through me.
Continually striving. Less of me. More of Him.
Actually, I love rain. storms. wind. The cloud display on His magnificent canvas.
I love the sound of rain hitting our rooftop. Knowing I am covered from the elements. But there are also times, when working in the heat and the rains come on unexpectedly, I stand out in the open and let His refreshment cover me. Washing me free from the dirt and grime I have accumulated throughout the job. Cooling me down and refreshing me.
There are times when I stomp through a puddle. Hold my face upright and drink in the drops falling from the sky. When I laugh in delight.
I love His rain.
His rain is always a visible reminder to me of how He pours down upon me His Love.
How thankful I am in knowing our ABBA has "The last word".
"God, being rich in mercy,... even when we were dead through our sins, made us alive together with Christ".(Ephesians 2:4)
What an Awesome ABBA we have. How much He loves us.
Praying you enjoy "His Rains" coming down upon you. Always.