Rain

It’s hard to think about rain when it is so hot here, but for some reason this morning I was thinking about rain. How it washes, fills, grows, floods, and creates the most amazing smell of newness. I miss the rain today (probably with a little help from the 77s song “Rain On”).

God is like Rain --Sometimes gentle and drizzly, sometimes a down-pour, but always refreshing. I was thinking that the path I am on may be dry and cracked, but rain can give the path a much needed drink. It doesn’t mean that I am no longer going to be walking on a dry and cracked path, but just like a summer rain comes out of no where and soaks the ground, God, if I ask Him to, can come and saturate my path.

How can I, in turn, bring that type of saturation to others? I am not always sure, but I think just soaking it up myself is a good place to start.