I step out into the rain.
Timid, I am quick to get my umbrella.
I must shield myself from the wetness, from the coolness.
I am unaware that in the covering up
there is a resistance to the washing off of
the dirt from my soiled heart.
The saying goes, “learn to dance in the rain”,
yet I run and take cover, not wanting to be consumed by it.
What would life be like if I truly learned to let go?
How would things change if I soaked Him up, drank Him in?
Who would I be if I allowed myself the freedom to dance in the rain?
I seek this freedom.
I want to learn to dance,
unhindered by the dampness of the rain.
When He comes, I will not run for cover.
When He pours out, I will not shield myself.
I will drink Him in, allowing Him to wash over me.
He is the rain that brings refreshing.
He is the rain that brings freedom.
He is the rain that brings joy.
Bring your rain Lord.
Linking up with the beautiful Five Minute Friday as we write for just 5 minutes on the word prompt “rain”.