It’s Monday and it’s raining. For me, rain conjures up thoughts of God’s tears falling on us, either to wake us up or to calm and refresh us. I think God cries for us when He sees all the evil that infests our world. His heart must ache when someone denies His existence, but imagine His joy when a lost lamb returns to the fold.
God sends rain and snow to nourish the soil and bring forth fruit. It’s His doing. All we can do is plant the seeds and wait for His intervention. Some summers are hot and dry and the seeds never see the light of day, but they are still there deep in the earth. Sometimes the earth is saturated with rain and the seeds float away.
When they are tended by the Lord of the Universe, they will eventually sprout and new life will flourish. Some will never push their little heads through the earth and become bountiful for the Lord. No matter how hard we try, we cannot cause the fruit to grow. It’s God’s hand that moves the process along. We’re merely caretakers of His kingdom.
As I look out the window this rainy Monday morning, I think of Gene Kelley dancing, splashing in puddles and singing in the rain. It makes my heart joyful to think of what God does and how He uses all of us to plant the seeds for Him. His spirit then completes the work that only God can do.
What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again!