Standing between the sun and I, was a wall of darkness, so thick, so intimidating, and so full of beauty it demanded my time.
I stood on the edge of the curb, calling the boys to my side “Look at the rain,” I said, pointing west, “you can see it falling only miles away.”
My other two children were at school learning from books—we were at home learning from God. Together we watched in awe. There was beauty in that moment while the earth was still and dark, we stood in silence with the rest of our world in that calm before the storm.
For a time there was nothing but silence, as though nature itself was hushed in the presence of God. Breaking that silence, a rumble was heard in the distance announcing a power greater than man. We waited and watched until the wind swept through to rush us inside.
Through the tip tap of the rain on the window, I witnessed our tent bobbing along through the grass, banging against the fence and the swing set, trying to find its place in the storm–but finding no rest. Not wanting to waste a minute of the rain, I slid open the glass door.
“Boys, come feel the rain,” I called from the kitchen.
Together we stood at the door with our hands reaching out–feeling the rain, smelling its fragrance, and listening while the tip tap of its rhythm grew stronger.
As the rain poured down, I planted seeds and watered their souls with the Word, bringing it down to their level of understanding, and up to their level of faith. Revealing the magnificent power of God revealed in creation.
Soon it was over, the sun had broken through once again, and we were headed outside. Somewhere over our house, I knew that there was a rainbow to find.
“Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. … Be still, and know that I am God…” ~ Psalm 46:2,3 & 10, (NIV)
You are loved by an almighty God,
Drawn from my archives