Rain

Today after school as I was sitting mindlessly on Facebook, I heard a roar from outside. "Is that rain?" I hollered to my mother in the living room. "Yep." She replied. I walked into the room she was in and stared out the large windows at millions of gallons of water falling from the sky. As Mom tried to find the weather channel, I said, "Be right back." and slipped outside. There, standing in front of my car in the garage, barely shielded from the rain, I witnessed liquid pound from the heavens with such a force I've never seen. It was amazing. I knew God was trying to show me something. His power. His marvelous strength and wrath. I smiled and looked up and the gray above from which the rain fell. Awestruck. For some reason the power of this rainstorm spoke to me. And then, as soon as it came, it left; leaving my driveway and yard drenched and strewn with leaves. 

I stepped out into the wetness and my feet felt the cool water. I heard millions of little pitter-patters of drops falling from the trees. I saw the long slap of concrete leading to the road laden with gold leaves. I looked around silently noting all the little details left over from the rain. Leaves, water, freshness. And ever since I had stepped outside I had been quietly singing to myself, "You makes things new, You are making me new". This made me smile again. I kinda walked in a little circle then looked up and saw the sun shining brilliantly through the clouds and trees. The light was golden and hopeful. I walked up my driveway toward it and stared. God showing me His glory. I stood like a little girl being shown all the treasure in the world. Innocent. Amazed. Then I turned and looked back at the messy driveway and yard behind me. Suddenly it looked beautiful. Like perfectly placed chaos. Such contrast mixed together painted beauty. The dazzling yellow leaves hung above me and lie below me. The tree trunks were dark from wetness. The air was moist. Everything wet. Everything beautiful. Everything screaming God. It was all proclaiming who He is. It all cried out, including my own heart, "You make things new, You are making me new". 

It was a majestic moment. It was as if the heavens were opened and I was revealed true beauty. God's beauty. And then, all at once, I was content. Perfectly, abundantly, endlessly content. It didn't matter what happened next. It didn't matter who or what was going to walk into my life at any second. God was in control and He made that known to me. And that is one of the most comforting facts known to man. 

Now I know I may seem way too dramatic about this all, but God isn't simple. He is intricate and brilliant and dramatic and complex. He makes little things awesome. And bland things savory. He is an amazing God.

With love for Him.

Yours truly,

SD