Sometimes, when everything is dry and parched and hot, rain comes bringing renewal and new life.
Maybe if I’d grown up somewhere wetter, rain wouldn’t always feel like a gift from heaven or an answered prayer – but to this desert girl, where water is always needed, rain is analogous to grace. It comes from God, not by any effort of our own, and we delight in it.
It got a bit cold for us out in the rain, because it was also fairly windy, but the boys were entranced by the water anyways.
I just hope that they will be just as entranced by grace itself as God pours it into their lives.
little thoughts 