Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Test me in this," says the LORD Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.
It rained on my birthday.
No...it actually poured. Like, monsoon-kind-of-poured. There was a torrential downpour most of the day, with tornado watches and flood warnings. This isn't the first time it rained on my birthday, either. I remember being locked in doors my junior year of college, as we waited for the incoming hurricane. Instead of being out celebrating, my roommates and I were glued to the weather channel, wondering if we were going to have to board up our windows and doors! Talk about a bummer.
But you know, this Tuesday as I woke up to the sound of rain and looked out of my window into the haze, I wasn't discouraged to see the rain. For me, the rain was symbolic. I felt like God was speaking to me through the tiny drops slithering down my window pane.
No one really likes rain. It puts a damper on things, figuratively and literally speaking. It gets in the way of plans, generates bad hair days, and makes the roads slick for driving. It brings with it clouds. Clouds that darken the shining of the sun, shading its light with a haze of grey. It makes you feel lazy, cold, and sucks ever ounce of your motivation. There is something about the rain that just isn't fun.
I've just come through a rainy season in my life. One that sapped my motivation and my strength. One that set up a haze of darkness over the light in my life, causing me to see things through the fog. I've been walking through the rain, and at times it's left me drenched in it's down pour. Shivering, cold, and alone.
But you know, that is not what I thought about as I woke up on the morning of September 18th. God was not using the rain to remind me of my struggle...but to give me hope for my future. Rain brings life, nourishment, and growth. Rain brings fruit, and creates a harvest. We always want to collect the fruit...but in order to do so, it first has to rain.
But you see, I believe that this season of rain will soon pass, like the rain always does. I'm already seeing the clouds begin to break up and move away. Yet I'm expecting more than just the ceasing of rain. I'm expecting blessings. There are always blessings after the storm.
I have been faithful to God through the rain, and I know that because of who He is...greater things are yet to come. I'm expecting Him to open the floodgates of heaven, and pour out so much blessing that my life won't even be able to contain it. I'm believing that. I'm speaking that into my life. Because these are God's words, and His words are always more truthful than my own.
This is what I'm believing for this coming year, my 29th year of life. I'm believing in God's faithfulness. He was faithful to plant seeds into my life, and faithful to water them. Now, He will be faithful in growing them up. I'm waiting for this. I'm hoping for this. I'm believing in this.
Lessons Learned by Debra Fileta at 10:37 PM