When The Rain Comes...

A couple of weeks ago the Mr and I ran to Atlanta for a work trip. It was pouring down rain and the sound easily lulled me to sleep and put me into a contemplative mood. The Mr per usual had his podcasts on and we just enjoyed each others presence mostly in silence. I was pondering on the past year and all the doors God opened and closed and all the times that I felt as if I was just waiting for answers and some that have yet to come. The windshield wipers would go to varying speeds depending on how hard the rain pounded. One thing that I kept on noticing is with the Mr and I's height discrepancy he is able to leave the wipers on much slower than I would need if I were driving. He is able to see through the top of the window where very little rain settles and I sit so low that the water puddles to the point where I can not see. I was relived every time the wipers swooshed so I could get a glimpse outside clearly even if it was just for a moment. I am a silent backseat driver if there ever was one. This then got me thinking of moments with God. Sometimes this world and near events can leave me feeling blinded. Where I just move forward even though the lines may be blurred. Sometimes even within the midst of heartache or difficulty I can look forward and get a glimpse of what is to come. Those are the moments the wipers swoosh and clear the path just long enough that hope can be seen. Then there are times when I remain within the haze, the wipers are so slow that I am begging for them to come, but thankfully the Mr or friends are able to see for me from a different angle and speak life into the situation regardless of whether the wipers come into play or not. I am grateful for every moment this year. The good and the ugly. I am grateful to experience every speed of the wipers the Lord provides and I am especially grateful for when the sun shines bright. I hope you all in the states have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, Godโ€™s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. - 1 Peter 2:9