It’s raining in Pennsylvania. Not the thunder and lightning kind of rain, but the pouring down from the heavens, soaking rain. I’ve just come in from it, my shirt and arms are still wet. Cool, refreshing wet. I needed that moment.
I needed it to remind me of how I need God’s mercies. How I need to cry to Him to refresh my soul.
I needed it at a time when I was letting my mind get so caught up in self, that I couldn’t seem to think straight. Don’t we all come to times of “why me?” or “I can’t take one more thing!”? Too often my wheels get to spinning trying to figure out life, when what I really need is to look above. He will guide each step I take.
When there are days like today, days on which I absolutely don’t know what my next step will be, how can I have forgotten?
The Lord will rain down His mercies on me. He is my source and provider. He is my rock and shield. He is the light to my path. And He loves me so much, He will remind me with His refreshing rain.
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