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when it rains it pours


it has been raining for five days straight
down here in sunny San Diego

i LOVE the rain.

i love the sound
i love the smell
i love the symbolism

as i sit here at my laptop
gazing out the window
at the steady downpour
that has not relented for even a few minutes in the past five days

i'm reminded of my soul
and how it hasn't stopped raining for a few months
but it's not the rain you'd think of
when you think of trials

you'd think that i was saying
it hasn't stopped hurting
that bad things keep happening
you know, "when it rains it pours"?

but for me, right now, right in the midst of the storm
it's that sweet healing rain that won't stop

Jesus is continually, day after day
unrelentingly pouring out Himself
washing my spirit and my soul
in His goodness and His grace
He's flooding my heart with life
and with peace.

and just as I write this, the sun is peeking out
I feel as if God is literally saying, right now, to me:
"I'm still here. I'm just letting the rain seep into those
dry and weary parts that haven't been watered in a while.
I'm letting it really sink down deep. I want it to really flood.
Because I want you to blossom and flower
in a way you never could, without the rain."

mmmmm. i love the rain

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