Colors. Change. Rain.
I love the colors of Fall. The dark green of the fir trees contrasting with the changing colors of the maples, alders, and other deciduous trees. It’s a feast for the eyes. Especially on a sunny day; the sun turning the leaves a brilliant gold or a fiery orange to contrast with the blue of the sky. Spectacular!
I love the changes that come with Fall. I like that some things stay the same, but I also love that there are changes to spice things up. Changes in weather, changes in colors, changes in daylight hours. We often don’t welcome change, but we need it! What new season is God going to take us into?
And then… rain. Even as a child I loved to go for walks in the rain and my favorite umbrella was a clear one where you could see the drops as they fell. There’s something refreshing about rain, something invigorating. Bundled up, I don’t really notice the cold so much, but I do notice the smell, the sounds, the way it makes me feel that I’m in a special place all my own. There’s something exhilarating about being out in the elements, being a small human encountering the hugeness of nature.
Storms, especially at the beach, hold a fascination for me. They take me out of myself. I’ve never been afraid of storms because to me they serve to point me to something even bigger than the storm: Jesus! He calmed storms, He was the master of storms. The wind and waves had to obey Him. Wow!
If storms are so much bigger than I am, and He is so much bigger than they are, then it follows that He is big enough to calm the storms in my life. When I fully trust Him in the storm, I’m free to feel the wind whip around my face and enjoy the wildness of it and not be afraid; to hear the thunder crash and enjoy the symphony of it and not be afraid; to find joy in it and not be afraid! I’m free to embrace the One bigger than the storm, sheltering under His wings safe, loved, secure. I can be unfazed by the power of a storm, even though it’s bigger than I am, because I know and abide in the shelter of my Big, Big GOD.
Psalm 91:1-2 (AMP) says, “He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will remain secure and rest in the shadow of the Almighty [whose power no enemy can withstand]. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust [with great confidence, and on whom I rely]!”
Rain also reminds me of spiritual rain: mercy, blessings, wisdom and the Presence of the Holy Spirit. I long for the fresh, clean air of heaven to permeate the atmosphere, to bring hope and healing, to set people free and surround them with the incomparable love of God.
Hosea 6:3 (AMP) declares, “So let us know and become personally acquainted with Him; let us press on to know and understand fully the [greatness of the] LORD [to honor, heed, and deeply cherish Him]. His appearing is prepared and is as certain as the dawn, and He will come to us [in salvation] like the [heavy] rain, like the spring rain watering the earth.”
Just like rain gets into every nook and cranny, I want His presence to relentlessly get everywhere, soaking everything and everyone. This is heaven on earth, this is what Jesus taught us to pray for! How I want that spiritual rain to fall on our City, our Region, our Nation!