I’ve never been a fan of rain. Or cold weather. But today it seems to be good therapy, so I will welcome them both.
One of the hardest things about being a pastor is pain. When your calling is to help others with their pain, you have two choices: either harden yourself to the place where you can fake empathy and don’t feel it, or take it on when you empathize and prepare for the storms that come with it. I choose the latter, because I’ve never been really good at faking anything.
So I pay the price. I find myself in times where my heart just feels raw. I think I need to go hide in a cave just to heal up a little, and more pours on. And I wonder if the next wave will drown me.
Then God sends me something. Sometimes it’s elaborate. And sometimes it’s as simple as raindrops. And He reminds me that I don’t have to carry this alone. And that makes the sound of the rain mean even more to me.
Thank you, Father, for the rain today!! I love You, too!!!!
The Random Thinker 
The rain can’t hurt me now
This rain will wash away what’s past
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
I’ll sleep in your embrace at last.
The rain that brings you here
Is Heaven-blessed!
The skies begin to clear
And I’m at rest
A breath away from where you are
I’ve come home from so far
So don’t you fret, M’sieur Marius
You know, I really hate it for the rest of you but He sent the cold and rain for me, I sooooo love this weather. Sicl-a-zoid I know but He understands.
My friend used to call your described state as “dry bones”. Thanks God for speaking to my pal through your rain!
Xoxobmb