I recently found something I wrote this summer, in the midst of the hardest 3 months of my life. here it is:
Grace like rain. We sing it every thursday. It took on a new meaning today. I sat in the laundromat as I spend every friday, connecting back home and enjoying my first moment alone since last friday. I listen to clothes spinning, people chatting and quarters clinking. As I glance outside between loads I notice the torrential rain. It beats endlessly against the pavement. I couldn't help but think "grace like rain." I don't think it was a summer sprinkle the writer was referring to. I think it was much like this--unavoidable, powerful and refreshing. Every person stood in awe of the rain, secretly wanting to run outside and drench themselves in the flood. I wonder if we lived like we were slopping wet in grace if people would stand in awe and have to absolutely submit to this crazy desire to run outside too.
this is good stuff Katy, very insightful, very soul penetrating...
ReplyDeleteI remember you driving through that rain... that summer, in NC, I saw some of the hardest, thickest rains I've ever seen. It simply screamed an insane invitation to dance and sing in the rain. Thanks for giving the grace of God a new picture, a bigger picture, that invites us in.
ReplyDeletethat's really beautiful Katy. i don't think I'll ever forget those rains!
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