But what are we really complaining about?
Surely not the refreshing source of water
For the wilting flowers
Or the calming pitter-patter of drops
On a windowsill or roof
That helps me get to sleep.
Perhaps we complain about the thunder or lightning:
The low rumble that rattles the windows
Or the unexpected surge of electricity.
But can thunder not also be relaxing?
Or the flashes of light inspire awe and amazement?
Perhaps we are bitter that storms tend to change plans.
Maybe that's it.
The drenching rain and the frightening lightning
Can void our plans for a picnic with friends
Or a hike on a beautiful sunny day.
But can dancing in the rain not also be fun?
Perhaps we harbor anger towards God for the same reason.
We had plans that we thought were so great
But Grace came in and said, "I have something better."
When the filth of sin soiled our hearts
Grace like rain came down and wiped our slates clean.
But we were comfortable in our filth.
We thought it gave us character and made us unique.
We thought being clean made us all look the same.
But it gave us our true identity -
It branded us as God's children
And now we can't stop the rain.
-1/11/14
