Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
WE started somewhere, "You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous -- how well I know it." Psalm 139:13-14 NLT
I believe the Bible and am encouraged to know God chose me and created me, He also selected my parents. Heidi and I were blessed to grow up with parents who love unconditionally and valued their role as Mom and Dad. A Heavenly Father and earthly parents who love us regardless the weather or storms of life.
Rain has a depressing effect on some, while others thrive in the rain. Why is this? Is it our genetic make up? Is it a chemical imbalance? Who knows, I don't, but there is one thing I'm sure off...we have a choice in the storm.
There are times I should keep my mouth shut and don't. There are times I should open my mouth and share, and don't. Then there is the non-verbal talking...yikes...I'm failing there. One thing I realized yesterday as I let the evils of hurt, jealousy, exclusion, and pain eat at my heart...I wasn't looking up or leaning on The One who created me so many years ago.
If I'm to be a witness of God's love, grace, mercy, compassion, and ways then I need to be a good one. I apologize to you all for failing yet I share because we are all human and we fail. We sin. We make mistakes. To personalize this...I fail. I sin. I make mistakes.
Today, with my eyes looking up and my heart and ears open to hear God speaking to me...I choose to seek and share the color of the rainbow, not the darkness of the rain.
Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky."