My heart smiled as I saw the skies open up and His rains came down. I thought about how gentle rains give the earth another drink of water. All the plant life opening 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.
I love rainy days.
Actually, I love rain. storms. wind. The cloud display on His magnificent canvas. I love the sound of rain hitting our tin porch roof as I sit under it, protected from the elements.
There are other times when the rains aren't so gentle and I will stomp through a puddle. Hold my face upright and drink in the drops falling from the sky. When I laugh in the freedom of being His child.
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".
What an Awesome ABBA we have. How much He loves us.