I really did sleep well last night. The evening was a bit rough with winds and our power flickering off a couple of times. But by the time my head hit the pillow there was just the sound of falling rain.
I’ve missed that sound.
In Isaiah 44, God promises to pour out His spirit like He sends rain for the thirsty land. I imagine souls as brittle and crunchy as the grass in our back yard, and I picture those souls standing in the pouring rain of His love and soaking it up like the parched land is drinking up the rain.
Refreshing. Restoring. Bringing new/renewed life. O glorious day.