A thousand hallelujahs.
Today I am reflecting on the rhythm of the rain. Having
literally just done the school run with a couple of my grandkids, one of whom
doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the word, ‘walk’, I walked back as the sun
gave way to a bit of rain. Not much, considering this is Glasgow. But enough
for me to raise my hood.
It was pleasant, hearing the rhythm of the rain on my hood. What
we complain about is often meant to bless. Our loving heavenly Father is
raining blessings down on us all the time. Sometimes we are so overwhelmed with
the rogue hailstones that we miss the gentle blessings.
Today, Lord, may I receive the rhythm of the rain. May I see
rainbows in the raindrops. May I smell the fresh aroma of the rain. May I be
refreshed as I walk, without umbrella or hood, face turned up to heaven to
receive, to be washed and cleansed and loved.
Open my eyes to the real world, Lord. To your world. And as
I trust you, who hold the whole world in your hands, may my anxieties wash
away, my concerns drop off.
The Lord blessed the household of the Egyptian Potiphar
because of Joseph. Lord, would you bless every place I put my foot today,
because I reflect your presence.
A thousand hallelujahs, as I get to go see our tenth
grandchild today for the second time. Little Joni Ruby Gigi, may the Lord
refresh and fill you today with his love, his health, his strength as you grow
into the plans he has for you.
God is good.
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