Good morning, DearHeart.
My dad always says, “let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.” … Pop Coon, his dad, always said the same thing … the same way … same pleased expression … standing at the back door, looking out over his wheat field by the house – they both saw too many drought years to ever complain about cloudy skies. Maybe their response is why rain always makes me a little giddy.
Even on the mornings where big plans are supposed to transpire, deep inside a steady rhythm of “let it rain” plays.
The cleansing and rebirth that rain brings to nature absorbs into the soles of our feet …
muddy with rich soil,
hair smelling like pond water;
where freshly laundered creation is cause for celebration.
Much like the third day from the cross.
It is from this place that we step into our day clothes, into our ‘busy’ from that wildish place … to be present to the customer,
or the hammer,
or the stove,
or the child,
or the data screens.
We breathe in the Wild of the freshly poured Holy Spirit into our decisions,
into the work of our heart,
and our hands,
our responsibilities …
into our little victories and into those pains and losses we carry … always carry … this side of eternity.
He sustains all worlds.
He whispers His ways to us in and out of our minutes. His Spirit courses and calls us and His called ones follow. Our River of Life rushes in, then slows to make sure we are coming, He pauses in still waters to allow us to catch up – and sets the flow again. He has something to show us.
He renews so He can reveal new gifts.
“Every desirable and beneficial gift comes out of heaven. The gifts are rivers of light cascading down from the Father of Light. There is nothing deceitful in God, nothing two-faced, nothing fickle. He brought us to life using the true Word, showing us off as the crown of all his creatures.” James 1:17-18 MSG
Let it rain.