Rain

August 13, 2012 § Leave a comment

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Psalm 65 can be about a lot of things.  But as I sit here on this quiet, mild day in Holland, Michigan, I am directed to the rain.  The air is thick and moist, heavy with the promise of life-giving water.

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“You visit the earth and water it; you greatly enrich it; the river of God is full of water; you provide [the people’s] grain, for so you have prepared it.”

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Do you remember the dead lawns and suffering gardens of just two weeks ago?  And then the rain came.  “Praise Him!” our poor parched Michigan cried.  But when the air is thick with rain any days in a row, we forget the dry land we came from.  We forget the grace in this rain.

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Give thanks in the moment; all of life is grace.

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Love,
Chels

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