Yes, at first it was, disappointing at worst and hair frizzing at best. If it were Texas rain, warm to the touch, like a steamy shower on a winter day, kind of downpour, I would dance in it. Drench myself under the pounding drops and be soaked to the bone in it. Not a chance in this cold rain. This is the rain that beckons me to stay inside, re-cover myself in down feathers in my unmade bed and wait.
A million defenses to loathe the rain flood my mind. But, before I could turn my gaze from the wet morning surroundings, the prospect of a gloomy day instantly shifted at the sound of the Rainmakers voice; Not thundering with the storm, but as a faint whisper that blew past my heart.
These are the words He left behind.
“Let it wash away the dirt of yesterday’s failures and dissolve every stain of shame to nonexistence. Absorb it’s purifying power so that you are disinfected from contagious sin that spreads to another. Every drop you interact with, as it rolls down your skin, is a reminder that I make all things new. Dance, immerse your body, mind and soul in it and let it remove the lies, scars, guilt, and any other markings of the enemy because it is a reminder that My blood was poured out so that you may be clean.”
Perspectives change! After all, it is a woman’s prerogative to change her mind.
The water that falls is no longer an interruption to my sunshine but an addition to my healing!
Don’t escape it with a book involving non-reality, hide from it or close the drapes on it, for it is a gift from God.
1 John 1:7
“…and the blood of Jesus, [God’s] Son, cleanses us from all sin.