I have been contemplating all this July rainfall.
I love the summer. I love the sun, I like the heat and I love the beach. I like summer clothing and I love to feel free.
And the pleasure I find in summer has been constantly interrupted by many wet and gray days this past June and July.
As I was thinking, I came to a realization - obvious on the surface but deeper in meaning. I realized that: Some of the most beautiful landscapes in the world receive the most rain.
And as I thought about that concept, I pondered the state of my own heart.
My heart loves summer in the metaphorical sense. Sunshine, carefree days, freedom, and easy laughter. Easy. Fun. Pleasure.
But through the rain, comes growth. And through the rain, comes beauty.
The more rain, the greater the growth and the deeper the beauty.
This year, I have had a hard time not asking God “Why?” as it seems the rain has been continuing to fall on my heart. But as I look at pictures of His creation - of the lush rainforests and majestic waterfalls - I receive enough hope to keep on soaking up the rain that He allows in my life. Because - In His time, He makes all things beautiful. In His time.