A beautiful woman I had the opportunity to serve along side in China last summer lost her father as a child. It rained on the day of his funeral. Ever since then, to her, rain has meant, “God is near.”
She may be the only bride in the world who prayed it would rain on her wedding day. It did.
God is near.
I like to think it doesn’t affect me but unfortunately the weather dictates my mood. A few weeks ago, it rained all week. I wrote multiple mopey blog posts. I even wrote about losing my joy. I found it when the sun came back.
I hate that about myself. And I pray God never moves me to Seattle. Now that I’ve said it, He probably will. That’s the way His and my relationship works.
Rain means God is near.
When I carefully planned my evening to end at the coffee shop, I strategically parked near the coffee shop so I wouldn’t have to walk home in the dark. I thought it was brilliant. But I failed to take into account the potential for rain.
I was at home. My car was not. It was raining.
Enter Katie the Crank.
“Really, God? We were having such a wonderful dinner and conversation, just the two of us. Now You had to go and ruin it. Now I’m going to have to walk to the coffee shop in the rain. Not a fan.”
He brought to mind Jaunita’s mantra about rain: God is near.
He also brought to mind something I had Tweet-prayed ten minutes before, “Ok, God, I’m glad You know what You’re doing because I have no idea!”
What I saw as an unfortunate evening weather report, God was using to remind me that He was (and is) in control.
Open mouth; insert foot.
Clearly I needed the reminder. Both that day and every day of my life.
God is near.
Rest in that truth today, whether the sun’s shining, snow’s falling, or rain’s showering.
<>< Katie
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