“Does the rain have a father? Who fathers the drops of dew?”
Job 38: 28
When I first sat down to write this, I didn’t know what words to say. I just knew that I was supposed to write, and I had to trust the Lord to guide that. I don’t speak about my faith enough here, especially if it’s supposed to be the most unmasked, the most indispensable part of me. So where to begin, when you’re at a loss? Where faith takes root. Scripture.
Rain has been ceaseless for Boone lately. I didn’t know that the sky could hold this much water. I’ve been tempted to ask the Lord for the blueprint he gave Noah. With this rain, it has been so easy to complain. Yes, it makes many field trips and sporting events and daily travels difficult. But there is blessing in it still. There is calming in the sound and rejuvenation in the nourishment and cleansing in the water. And there is power in the amount and fear in the unstoppable and risk in the adventure. Yet these things are still good.
One of my most beloved aspects of the Lord is his power, and that is abundantly shown through the nature of rain. It terrifies me to know that I don’t have an ounce of control against his will. But still, I get to serve and be loved by a Lord that has more power than I can fathom- there’s a beauty in that helplessness. This power is so blatantly displayed in Job 38-39, and there is just something about those chapters that make me feel so small, yet so mighty.
Rain’s peaceful presence is also such a gift from the Lord. “Be still and know that I am God.” [Psalm 46:10] Rain can make us stop and be still. It can make us pause in our day-to-day lives to soak up the surroundings and the moment that we are in. And with this comes a peace that can be overwhelming and so satisfying. To sit and listen. To take in the cleansing and nourishing provided from rain. This nurturing side of the Lord is one that draws me so near.
Lastly, rain gives hope. Hope in promises, and hope in safety. Hope in the will of the Lord. Because of rain, we have assurance that what he says is iron that we can stand and build upon. With rain comes beauty. “…he is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings grass from the earth.” Rain creates beauty. We know that after the relentless rain, there will be a blue sky to cherish and experience. And in that, we can have hope.
It rained almost the entire day of our wedding, even during the outside ceremony. Despite the complications that it may have caused, it was so worth it. The rain washed my nerves away, and left me only with joy that I was finally marrying my beloved. After the rain, we were blessed abundantly with the most marvelous night.
This, my darling, is how you make a beautiful life. You seek the joy in the rain, and you find praise in it’s wake. It is, after all, a gift from the Lord. And his gifts? They are flawless.