Rain hangs in the air. It isn't here yet, but it is so close I can smell it.
Rain.
Rain reminds me of being a child. Playing outside, feeling the breeze become wind, watching the gray clouds approaching.
Rain.
Even before I knew You, I knew You were there. The rain. It announced Your existence. It still shouts Your name.
Momma would let us play in the rain if it wasn't storming. When lightening warned and thunder rolled, she called us in. We could play near the screen door. The brisk wind drove tiny droplets of water in and misted us.
Just as I listened to my momma's warning about the coming storm, I want to listen to You. I'm so sorry--I often run ahead of You. Sometimes I lag behind. When I don't like what's going on in life, I stand still.
God? These past few weeks … I know I've been standing still. Even as You bless me more than I could ever deserve. I have stood still.
My desire is to be in step with You. Every step of every day.
Wrap me in Your love. Take my heart and fill it up with You. Fill me up with so much You there is no room for self.
Rain.
It's nature's comfort food. And I love it. I enjoy the childlike wonder it brings.
I love that is reminds me of my momma.
I love that it shouts Your name.
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