Behold the wonders of a springtime
mountain rain. The kind your nose tells
you is coming far before it begins. It commences early in the morning as the
faint call of birds echo through the misty darkness. From the enveloping fog and intimate clouds
it appears mysteriously. What is just a
mist turns to a pitter-patter on tin roofs and the leaves of the trees. Then comes the steady drip, drop, drip, drop—as
the leaves release what they have momentarily absorbed, letting it fall to the
ground.
Meanwhile, that same ground contemplates
how to respond to the rain. It first
rejects the water as it flows briskly down the mountain. But the rain is relentless; it finds its way
in and soon the ground is soaked. No
area is left untouched. Creeks and river
beds begin to flow over until the earth is teeming.
Behold the wonders of a springtime
mountain rain.
Behold the wonders of God’s love, too.
It moves through this world like an
enveloping fog, leaving nothing untouched or unattended. We catch slight hints of its fragrance as it
passes through our lives. Though it can
sometimes be ignored, it often mysteriously appears and begins to engage our
hearts with a gentle pitter-patter: always taking the initiative, always
respecting our freedom, but ever consistent.
Sometimes when our lives take a turn for the worse, we grope for this
love in all the wrong places. And then
in the midst of our despair we recognize its presence next to our beating,
longing hearts. We reach drastically to
absorb it if only for a moment. But
still we find it difficult to grasp.
Yet it never ceases to flow through our
lives. And even though the hardness of
our heart can sometimes be stubborn and reject this love, we cannot help but
give in to its persistence. Soon we find
that we are saturated by it. No part of
our being is left untouched. We are
filled with happiness and joy. We drown
in His presence and desire nothing more.
Behold the wonders of God’s love, too.
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