Where we live, we get plenty of rain. It doesn't bother me in the fall or the winter, as I actually kind of enjoy it. But by springtime, it feels as though we deserve some sun and dry weather. We very rarely get it with any regularity until mid-summer. The rain is what makes our point on the globe so green and lovely, but honestly ... I can grow weary of it.
I went looking for scriptures today about rain. Feeling a weighted spirit over difficult issues lately, I feel as though I've been in a personal rainy season for awhile. I know it will end and the sun will shine again ... but today ... it's still rainy.
What I found, however, was verse upon verse that described rain as a blessing. Not the gloomy, wet drudgery I had in mind, but a conscious and merciful act of God. Yes, rain can accompany storms or floods. Rain can be that from which we seek shelter and a reprieve. But a blessing? Is my rainy season not the torrent I believed it to be, but a time of watering to encourage new growth, a full yield, and an appreciation for refreshed beauty?
The Lord will open the heavens, the storehouse of his bounty, to send rain on your land in season and to bless all the work of your hands. Deuteronomy 28:12
"You heavens above, rain down righteousness;
let the clouds shower it down.
Let the earth open wide,
let salvation spring up,
let righteousness grow with it;
I, the Lord, have created it."
"As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it." Isaiah 55:9-11