By Jordan Davidson |
It doesn’t rain often where I am from, but I always notice when it does.
There is something so peaceful and serene about rain. It’s cool, refreshing, and washes everything it touches.
I can still remember one summer when it hadn’t rained in a long time. There was no shortage of stormy skies filled with dark clouds and streaking lightning, but there was never any rain.
The ground that summer was cracked and brittle from the endless days in the sun without relief and there was an above-average number of cars on the sides of county roads- abandoned after becoming overheated. Kids were fussy because they had to migrate indoors to avoid the scorching concrete and parents were fussy because the kids were always inside. Everybody was restless.
There are a lot of times in life when we will encounter our own droughts. Our bodies are weary and our throats are dry. We feel like giving up hope and abandoning our dreams, hopes, and love on the side of the road. Just like those overheated cars, we feel exhausted and depleted. Our relationships are strained and we feel restless. Sometimes, there aren’t even any tears to cry.
But then the rain comes.
When it finally rained at the end of that summer, we were overjoyed. I still remember running out the back door and dancing in the safety of the porch. It wasn’t long before the neighbors and I were all in the yard splashing around in the rapidly forming puddles. Soaked through our dirty summer tees, we twirled, laughed, and ran through the pelting raindrops, splashing water onto each other.
We didn’t want to heed our parents’ half-hearted calls from the safety of the porch to be careful and come inside and dry off. We didn’t need to. At this exact moment, our lives were so full and we were so grateful.
There was nothing truly at stake for us if it did or didn’t rain (except for maybe a firework show on 4th of July), but the rain meant more to everyone than just relieving a pesky burn ban. It was cleansing, life-giving, and community-building. It was in this one moment of giggling and hugging and singing in the showers from the heavens that we experienced our own small piece of Heaven.
Sometimes, life feels like a drought. There are tragedies and circumstances that leave us high and dry, longing for something more than the excessive heat and dry cracks in our soul. But there is so much beauty in the rain that comes after the drought.
In John 4:13-15, Jesus calls himself the living water. He says “everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
Appreciate the hard seasons you encounter in your time here on earth because, in the end, they will teach you how to better appreciate the seasons of rest and refreshment; those seasons of cleansing, life-giving, and community-building rain.
And when it rains, it pours. Make sure to go outside and hold your hands open wide.