I have a love/hate relationship with Rain. It comes in so may ways. light and drizzly, or in strong gusts, warm and refreshing or bone-chilling.
I love it in all it’s forms. Sometimes. I hate it in all it’s forms too.
It brings life.
It can also destroy life.
It all depends.
On what, I’m not sure.
Why is the rain sometimes beautiful and sometimes terrible?
Or is it even?
Maybe it’s not the rain at all but the way we see the rain. Maybe it’s not in the raindrops but in our perception of those raindrops.
He Comes to us like Rain.
He can be beautiful.
He can be terrible.
It has nothing to do with who God really is. Only with our perception of him.
Our God is a life-giver.
Sometimes He also takes away.
This does not change the character of God but too often it changes our perception of Him.
He is God.
We can trust that even when He Comes in stormy ways, His goal is life. Eternal life for us.