We are teased with the spring sunshine and warmth. Then the rains come. Spring rains… it’s necessary for the earth to open up and grow and flourish. Without it life would not bloom and blossom. Life would wither and die.
I longed for the sunshine this morning as I awoke after a restless night. Those first morning rays glimmering through the newly budding maple trees are stunning and life-giving. They bring a feeling of hope to the day. I can see God’s handiwork and loving touch as I look out into my yard. Not today… it was raining.
At times, the spring rains can close in on us and feel like a dark shroud… if we let it. I determined myself this morning to see the rain as a gift. A gift to our earth. A gift to my soul.
Rains wash away the dirt and grime, providing a fresh sheen on everything. They clear out the sky so when the sun does shine, it’s extra blue an clear! It’s worth the wait. The same way it refreshes our earth, it also refreshes my soul. It’s a pause in my heart to let Jesus clear out the dirt and grime that have built up. I’m a bit more hopeful as I await the blue sky that will peak through eventually.
In the meantime, I’ll hunker down and take this pause to rest and refresh as I listen to the drops hit the metal patio cover. Hopeful for what is to come…
“God’s thunder sets the oak trees dancing a wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches. We fall to our knees – we call out, “Glory!” (Psalm 29:9)