Rain. I don’t have to remind anyone that I do not like it.

Today is different.

Today, the world is almost silent except for the sound of the raindrops hitting the window pane. Yesterday my thoughts were overcrowded and noisy, bombarding me with things beyond my control. Places I would rather forget and places I’d rather be. I’m still waiting on the invention of time travel. Oh, the places I would go, if only for a few hours.

For now, I listen to the rain. It is only overpowered by the sounds of the mighty N&S trains hustling through this mountain town. It is quiet in the place that matters most – my soul – it seems to have an inner hush this morning. Although I am fully aware of my surroundings, the very reason for this particular visit…. I am thankful, just for this moment of peace. I will hold onto it for as long as I can.

I refer often to the “peace that passes all understanding” from Phil. 4:7…and it is just that. I don’t understand it, but I embrace it. I have learned to let it wash over me like rain in a barren place. It is a very different kind of rain, one that I thirst for when my soul feels like dust.

The rain is not forceful here this morning, it is gentle and soothing. This rain I love, only because I know that today there is more to the rain than just water.  A fresh rain that is indescribable in my hometown today… It is a gift for this day.

God has a way of washing away the dusty places with His rain, His Spirit….comfort that only comes from the master rainmaker. Saturate our souls today, Lord. Our needs are great.