Yesterday it rained. No, it poured. The overcast skies cast a gloomy shadow over the lake, over the city. The streets glared wet. This urban landscape seemed gray and dark.
And this last year felt like one of those stormy seasons in the life of my family.
My husband resigned from his position as Senior Pastor at a church that we love with many people we love, we moved two times in hopeful expectation for what we thought God had spoken and trusted Him as we stepped out in faith. We were so excited for all God was going to do. It felt like a dream come true.
And guess what? Things didn’t work out like we planned. We encountered disappointment. We asked God if maybe we heard Him wrong. My grandpa died. I know two families who lost young children. We moved again. My heart broke a little bit.
But I trust Jesus. I don’t want to plan my own way and make my own will happen. God is not a magic genie moved by the whim of our fancy.
He is a faithful God that loves us. Like a good father, He values relationship with us and who we become too much to let this life be a refreshing swim in the community pool that never changes us. As sure as the sun rises, we’ll go through hard times. But how we respond to Jesus determines how we come out of it.
Like a raging river smoothes a rock, this hard season has softened us, sharpened us, shaped us, beat down on us and it has been hard to hang on. God never said character was grown in the victory. Rocks aren’t shaped in the pool. Character is shaped in the storm. Winds can rage, water falls, floods rise, but He is Lord over it all.
And sometimes blessing comes in the rain.
And the grass isn’t greener on the other side, it is green where it’s been watered. Rain grows things. Rain washes and cleanses and sustains. Rain brings life.
These blessings that came as raindrops have touched my soul this year. We’ve had tears. We’ve had joy. His faithful blessing has poured out like rain and brought life to some dead areas of my life. It wasn’t the easy days that woke me up inside, it was keeping my eyes on Jesus through some hard ones.
Today I look out my window and the lake beyond our balcony glistens. Yesterday’s rain washed over this city and brought a peaceful calm. The sun breaks through with a pure brightness that only comes after the rain. Light dawns. He has brought a new day, new mercy. Life is good. And I am so thankful for the rain.
We are blessed. He has established us, rooted us and I am more thankful than ever for the hard seasons. He does things in us we can’t get any other way than walking through them. We can’t walk around obstacles, we walk through them and He walks right there with us and brings us out stronger and in His perfect will. We are still in full time ministry, planted at a church we love, our marriage is stronger than ever and my kids are flourishing. We’ve been through a hard season, but His grace is stronger. After the rain comes thanksgiving.
I’m learning to love the rain. The heavens open and pour it out as blessing. And after the rain comes new life and He is there.
“Endings are better than beginnings. Sticking to it is better than standing out.” –Ecclesiastes 7:8
How about you? Have you gone through anything recently or in the past that has been a hard season or “rainy” season that turned out to be a blessing?
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