Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Rain Comes

   The sky grows dark, and I am filled with expectation.  I feel this show was put on just for me.  I thrill at the greatness and glory of my God.
   The storm takes over, and my brother, full of fear, comes running, but I am not afraid.  I hear the rolling thunder and watch watch the brilliant lightning show, and I am reminded of His infinite power, His constancy.  He holds the universe in the palm of His hand.  He fills my every need.
   I stand in the rain and I catch it on my tongue.  It soaks my shirt and rests on my eyelashes.  I am drenched in the presence of my Lord and Savior, my lover.

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via Pinterest. (but doesn't it almost look like me?)

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