As it rains rather vigorously on us here in Wake Forest, it got me thinking about rain. It falls everywhere, covers everything, and tends to soak anything the least bit exposed.
And we also like to talk about the activity of God in our lives in reference to rain. But right now that concept of God coming in my life like rain is almost scary. I don’t think God always comes as a soft spring rain. He could come as a thunderstorm – and stay for days or even weeks.
That could be overwhelming.
But then again, maybe that’s what I need. Something to overwhelm me. Something to flood my soul. To drown me. Wash me away.
Bring your rain, Lord. Wash me away. Forever.
I’d rather be lost in your rain than found in my own sunshine.
