“I’m sitting on the floor in the”
That was all I managed to get written down in my journal before I sat up, grabbed my guitar (accompanied by strange looks from my team mates..), and plopped down in a puddle and began to sing.
Let it Rain.
Cue the harmonizing thunder. Cue the torrential downpour. I live in Seattle. I know rain. This was not normal rain, this was divine.
I wish you had been there, I wish you could have felt what I felt in that moment, I don’t know how else to explain it to you other than telling you that my skirt was dry clean only.
I’ve always wanted God’s presence in my life. I’ve wanted to feel Him. But I now realize I was going through my life in dry clean only mode. I wanted to spot clean the parts of my life I felt were soiled or empty, but I didn’t want to get drenched, I didn’t want to dive in.
That night I played and sang until blood literally streamed down my guitar, and my arms were bruised. I was completely drenched head to toe in rain, and in powerful love.
I’ve always loved rain. And now I see why.
