Rain. Some splash in its puddles. Some quietly watch it all race down a window. Some eagerly drive through it, wheels spraying up a furious trail.
But for some, it means waiting. Waiting for the sun. The warmth. Any small glimmer of hope. Rains of hardship, loneliness, injustice, discouragement pound down, with no trace of rest, and they wait.
They are the ones who huddle under shelter while others dance in the downpour. They are the ones who spend every bit of themselves holding on, while others run, chase, and live.
To the waiting, when life has poured too much on you, hold on to these three unfailing shelters:
You are loved.
You have purpose.
God has made a way for you.
To the waiting, you are learning things, secret graces, God whispers only to those who desperately cling to Him and have nothing else.
To the waiting, sometimes the deepest peace can only be found in the storm. And the greatest rains can produce in us the greatest harvest.
To the waiting, you are indescribably brave, perhaps even braver, than the puddle splashers, raindrop watchers, the furious and fast.
Because waiting is the hardest.
But hold on. Heaven is sowing glory. Spring always breaks through.
Your tears, they fall with purpose. Your rain, it falls with life.
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, and they shall walk and not faint. ~ Isaiah 40:31
A song of encouragement for you today ~ Bring the Rain by Mercy Me. (Click on song)