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I know He doesn't make it rain just for me, but sometimes it feels that way. Sometimes the world seems to align around me and all I can think is "He makes all things work together for my good."

Today He rained down on me. Today He soaked through my clothes and messed up my hair and made me shiver with His nearness. 

Today He thundered around me. Today He boomed in my ears, and showed the world a teaspoon of His glorious, frightening anger.

Today He sat quietly inside my chest. Today He breathed life into my deepest corners and coldest depths. 

Today I remembered my first love. Today I offered Him my hand, once again. Today I took my fickle heart, my tired heart, my doubtful heart, and I laid it back into His wholesome, holy, whole heart. For there is where I belong. There, in Him, my origins, my destination, my home.

All for blessed rain.

You see, we find Him, and we love Him, and we choose Him, but that is not the end of the story. We give Him out hearts and we receive His Spirit, but it does not finish there. Following this mysterious Man is a daily choice, sometimes a daily struggle. We lose our way, we forget His fullness and love, and the world seeps in. We stumble, we trust in ourselves, we reach high walls and try to climb them on our own. We take wrong turns, or try out short-cuts. Then we find ourselves on the side of a broken road, lost, and covered in mud. But then it pours down, and we cry out, and there He is. Warm, whole, Home. And like the Father, as the Friend He promises He'll be, He take us into Himself. He cleans us, and fills us, and sets us back upon the good path. How magnificent.

So friends, when you find yourself far from where you're supposed to be, don't despair. Waste no time tending your pride. Cry out, run down to the river, be found and cleaned. Rejoice. "Your faith has saved you!"