This morning, the rain began to come down in sheets. We have a metal rooftop, so it was obvious that the sky had opened to moisten the ground. I opened some windows and doors. Without gutters on a two-story house, the view out the front door literally had become a curtain of water. I went out and took a deep breath of the watery perfume...so good and refreshing.
I had to have more of this. I went out my garage and a little into the driveway. I stood and watched. The yard was already full of water, and streams were running down the hill and joining together to race down the driveway, the mud color telling me they were taking part of my yard with them. So much water...and all at once. The most pleasant sight was the rain itself falling from the sky. Gorgeous drops of rain clung to everything, adorning anything it touched. Even our old, rusty basketball hoop became attractive with the clear beads woven throughout. I smiled.
The sounds of the rain storm drew me in to listen...and listen. Although it is winter, I could hear the rain dancing on leaves. It became apparent that the sound was coming from the water dancing on the piles and acres of dry leaves on the ground. Even though the rain was louder hitting the hard driveway, it was the pleasant sound of the rain dance in the leaves that was much like the experience of a water slide to my soul. The birds began to sing and chirp their various songs. The sound of the trails of water down the hill evoked the picture of the mountain stream in the Rockies. All at once, I realized that I was listening to rain's symphony. A most spectacular sound, so refreshing and enveloping.
"But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." (Romans 5:8 KJV) "This is the kind of love we are talking about—not that we once upon a time loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to clear away our sins and the damage they've done to our relationship with God." (I John 4:9-10 MSG)
HOW much more is His love towards us. The dry leaves made me think of the beauty HE must hear when we allow His love to fall and drench the dry areas of our soul...a beautiful music it makes. After the rain, the pile of dry leaves are more ready to decompose, to become part of the nutrients of the soil. I so want the dry areas of my soil to soak in His love that He pours out daily upon me. That musical sound spurs me on to surrender every area to His love and pleasure. I wonder what He can make of them.
I think of the same pile of leaves under a tarp. It stays in its mounded shape, and it gets stale and musty over time. Even the plastic begins to release its toxic odor. The leaves decompose, but they do so much more slowly...all the while releasing and trapping the smells of the bacterial stench. I would so much rather have the Father pour His sweet rain on me. Lord, forgive me for holding the tarp over the areas you long to drench. Let it rain today.
What is your thought of the rain storm as it relates to God's love?
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