This is Tuesday's post coming a little early in case some of you still want to capture some of this glorious rainy day...
Sometimes rainy days are the best days.
They remind me of my sister Haley who would have been 21 years old this year. A young woman who will forever look like that precious 16 month old we lost way too soon. The rain drops feel like God's tear drops, letting me know he feels our loss. Still. He remembers too.
I like that about God.
Rainy days also remind me to slow down. So, I surprised my youngest daughter by jumping into the tub with her. We splashed and giggled and made the best rainy day memory yet. I then quietly cleaned up the puddles left behind. I smiled at this precious evidence of life and God's amazing ability to restore joy in the most surprising ways.
I like that about God.
Rain splashes down, falling from a heavenly storehouse. It's released by a divine whisper sent to soak the thirsty ground below. The earth grabs the moisture and pulls as much as it can toward desperate roots. Then new life sprouts and blossoms and becomes the colorful delight of the dark brown earth. So much like God's word- falling fresh, giving life, and helping dark souls become fertile ground for truth.
I like that about God.
So, I won't carry an umbrella outside today. I'll just carry a simple smile and welcome the soaking gift.
Instead of complaining and avoiding the rain, I think I'll embrace the memories, promptings and reflections that come. And I'll catch some of those raindrops and press them against my heart- pure love dropped down from what might be God Himself. How very close He is today.
I like that about God.
Indeed, rainy days might be some of the best days ever.
Sometimes rainy days are the best days.
They remind me of my sister Haley who would have been 21 years old this year. A young woman who will forever look like that precious 16 month old we lost way too soon. The rain drops feel like God's tear drops, letting me know he feels our loss. Still. He remembers too.
I like that about God.
Rainy days also remind me to slow down. So, I surprised my youngest daughter by jumping into the tub with her. We splashed and giggled and made the best rainy day memory yet. I then quietly cleaned up the puddles left behind. I smiled at this precious evidence of life and God's amazing ability to restore joy in the most surprising ways.
I like that about God.
Rain splashes down, falling from a heavenly storehouse. It's released by a divine whisper sent to soak the thirsty ground below. The earth grabs the moisture and pulls as much as it can toward desperate roots. Then new life sprouts and blossoms and becomes the colorful delight of the dark brown earth. So much like God's word- falling fresh, giving life, and helping dark souls become fertile ground for truth.
I like that about God.
So, I won't carry an umbrella outside today. I'll just carry a simple smile and welcome the soaking gift.
Instead of complaining and avoiding the rain, I think I'll embrace the memories, promptings and reflections that come. And I'll catch some of those raindrops and press them against my heart- pure love dropped down from what might be God Himself. How very close He is today.
I like that about God.
Indeed, rainy days might be some of the best days ever.
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