Dancing in the Rain

I used to play in the rain with my siblings when we were kids. My mom also used to shampoo us up and send us out to wash our hair in a good rain because she said we had hard water. I didn't know what that meant when I was a kid, but I enjoyed being in the rain. It was so peaceful and during those hot summers so needed. I remember when I was dating my husband the first time we danced in the rain. Once our neighbor's grandson left his toy swords out in the yard and we grabbed them during a good summer rain and had a dual.

Some people run from the rain, and I am right there with you in theses freezing winter rains. I always wonder why people didn't just enjoy a good rain when it is warm out. I hear y'all now about your hair, your clothes getting wet, and the mud. You miss the goodness of it thinking about the bad. I am no realizing this same thing about life. God lets the rain fall for things to grow. As much as people hate the rain what would the world look like without it. I am one who prays for the rain and think of all the blessing God is sending with it. Reign/ rain over and on me God.

I have realized what the greatest storms in my life created me to be. To be who I am. To make it where I am. I wouldn't have without the storms. The storms showed me where I was vulnerable in covering. Allowed me to fortify what was exposed. It also showed me the best angle to view it from. I learned how to find comfort in it. That sometimes all it takes it to burn a good fire to calm the roars of thunder in a storm. In the middle of it I can still be grateful for all I have and the people that chose to join me there.