Inside The Rain
I found this just now when I was looking through some old files in Word. It doesn’t reflect my current mood. I just thought I would post it. I originally wrote it as a blog post, but then didn’t publish it. Anyway, here it is…many months later.
The sky matches my mood today. Gray and overcast. Ominous. The wind stirs the leaves, and I know the rain is coming.
I find myself fighting against melancholy. The old familiar tune I don’t want to sing.
The thoughts that oppress me bring with them condemnation. I shouldn’t feel this way anymore. The gray skies were supposed to be over. All blue skies and sunshine ahead.
I could pray for sunshine. He might send it. I don’t know. What if the rain is serving a purpose, though? Maybe it’s watering a seed that needs to grow.
The sky is gray. The rain is coming. I can’t wish it away, though. My ground is parched.
When the rain has served its purpose, the sun will come again. I won’t pray for the rain to go away, but I will pray that He will shine his light through the pain and display something beautiful.
Every raindrop has a potential rainbow inside. A promise of God’s mercy. A reminder to hope.
