Musing about the rain.
They say when it falls it holds nothing back - it pours.
A drizzle, a down pour, hail stones, storms, thunder, snow, ice needles, sleet - name it.
This is how trials have visited me, except lately it feels like a hail and ice needles special.
Oh! why am I constantly going through wet seasons?
Just when I think the sky is clearing up and the master of the day is about to show his bright happy face – drip drip drip, it begins again.
I long for the day the sun will shine on me, dry my clothes; spur the butterflies to flutter around and the flowers to bloom.
Let it shine Lord! Please let your light shine on me – not in bouts but constantly.
Blind me with your rays yellow fellow, warm me up real good.
I need to smile again. It’s hard to sparkle when I am constantly drenched.
Once I asked for the rain but now, I can’t take any more.
My poor back is breaking under this load.
(Hmm reminds me of that song "I can't stand the rain").
Lord, love me some - in the way I understand.
2 comments:
this rain is just too much i tell you! i feel like am drowning
and then to much of something just becomes to much....
beatifully wriiten
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