Rain

Rain may be one of the best fitting metaphors of God's love. It's out of our control. It falls on everything, the grass, the crops, the concrete, the buildings. Everyone needs it and the good soil needs it to grow. For soil that is ready, receptive, and maybe even thirsty for it it not only hits the surface but sinks in, and becomes part of the soil. For the concrete that is resistant to it, even it can't help but soak a little up, and it is inevitably worn down by it's pitter patter over time.

I woke up this morning to a soft gentle rain outside my open windows. It was overcast and just gently and steadily raining. It's quite possibly the most peaceful thing I could have imagined. This week has been incredibly stressful and busy and I just kept going to bed frustrated every night and a little discouraged. Then I wake up to God gently taking my hand and showing me he's bigger, he's refreshing, and he gently loves. It took me a while to get this but now I understand that sometimes God loves to give good, beautiful, and perfect gifts to the ones he loves. Sometimes for no particular reason at all other than just to make them smile.

“Take me to that place Lord
To that secret place where
Where I can be with You
You can make me like You
Wrap me in Your arms
Wrap me in Your arms
Wrap me in Your arms”