So, I lied. Woops.
I said that the last post that I made would be my last post till March. Well, surprise, I found some time on this Friday afternoon to sit down, just think, and write. It’s currently 61° and raining. It is really refreshing.
After a nice rain, I always feel like I can breathe again. I feel as though the world I was living in is getting washed away. I feel as though I need to start building an ark and screaming to the people to repent and turn to Christ (Just kidding! 😉 ) But, I do feel that way in my life. Rain is such a great thing.
In my life, I wonder what I would consider rain to be a symbol of?
I spent some time thinking about this. Rain, in my life, is the trials. Some times rain can be scary. It can be damaging. It can wash things away. It can create floods. It can cave roofs in. In the storm, the wind can blow trees down onto cars, homes, and buildings. The thunder and lightning can be loud and frightening. It can cause fires and even electrocute and kill people. These things are scary and damaging.
BUT-Rain can be so good!!
Psalm 147:8
“He covers the heavens with clouds;
Isaiah 45:8
“Shower, O heavens, from above,
(Matthew 7:24-27 ESV)
Here is Psalm 30. Read and be encouraged:
“I will extol you, O LORD, for you have drawn me up
and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
O LORD my God, I cried to you for help,
and you have healed me.
O LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;
you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.
Sing praises to the LORD, O you his saints,
and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment,
and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
As for me, I said in my prosperity,
“I shall never be moved.”
By your favor, O LORD,
you made my mountain stand strong;
you hid your face;
I was dismayed.
To you, O LORD, I cry,
and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
“What profit is there in my death,
if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it tell of your faithfulness?
Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me!
O LORD, be my helper!”
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have loosed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!”
To Be Continued… =)