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Healing rain

The aroma sweetly filled my nostrils.  Ah . . .sweet rain has arrived!  I pedaled on my way enjoying each gigantic splat of rain on my face and back.  Big drops won't last long I assured myself, and I will be able to get my regular ride in this morning.  When you haven't seen rain for months, even a smattering of drops become a blessing.  Yes, it was healing rain that was falling upon me, drops of grace from God Himself . . .

Rereading my journal of about 4 years ago, I recognized my inner changes.   Past days of disappointment, depression, anger, and resentment have been replaced.  Days of challenge now find me open and accepting, ready to be surprised by how the outcome may end up.   The shift in perspective is a process, one in which I'm still engaged.  But it was good to realize healing in my brokenness had enlarged my heart to give and love in better ways.  Rain had come to my  parched wilderness . . .

She's a young coworker, one of our proteges.  Her wedding day will soon be here.  She is filled with all the nervous joy a young bride can contain.  Was I too once like that?  I hear myself offering her the advice that "marriage is never 50-50, no, it's often 10-90, 40-60, 20-80, etc."  One must always cling to the underlying foundation and anchor of commitment in order to hang on through all that life will pour upon you.  I pondered my very words throughout the day.  Yes, sometimes there is even a season of 0-100 . . .

How can unbelief be so hard that even truth cannot penetrate?  Before you stands a man born blind who now can see, and yet the questioning religious leaders cannot believe that this could be done by a man of God.  No, this healing must have come from one who has a demon!  God Himself came in the flesh and throughout his short life of ministry purposely did only good works so that "you may believe the works, that you may know and understand that the Father is in Me and I in the Father." (John 10:38)   Believe the works!  These were works that were done to glorify God the Father and to signify that Jesus was indeed God.  Yet, unbelief was so tough the only recourse was to take "up stones to stone Him."  (John 10:31)

Yes, I've been there, unbelief, 0, in my relationship with God.  Times can press out all your faith, and be replaced with doubts and fears that rule with might.  I become parched and dead.  Yet I find myself always returning to the Source, the Living Water, the Word of God.  It's just  a habit for every morning of my day to sit and read, even when I cannot take it in.  I discover that My Source can take all my questions of why and why not, and how and how come, and what and what if, and quench my soul with peace.  Peace that like today is healing rain, drops of grace . . .

"So rejoice, O sons of Zion, and be glad in the Lord your God; for He has given you the early rain for your vindication, and He has poured down for you the rain, the early and the latter rain as before."
Joel 2:23

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