I opened my windows in my room last night before I went to sleep. I had checked the weather, I knew it was going to rain. I love rain.
Rain is the weather of my soul. It is the type of weather that gives me butterflies.
In college, I loved to walk to class in the rain. Of course, not the pouring down rain, but the light and steady rain. I would pick my favorite music on my iPod and get out my umbrella. For a little while, under my umbrella, I felt like the only person in the world.
Some of my favorite runs have been ones have been in the rain, like the time I realized I was a runner. (I know that seems pretty crazy!)
Falling asleep to the rain is another favorite. That’s why I opened my windows last night. I wanted to hear the rhythm of rain when I woke up. I wanted it to be the lullaby that put me to sleep. A lullaby sung by my heavenly Father, with lyrics like this:
brings spring to life
is hope for new life.
Right now, rain is something I long for metaphorically in my life. I long for refreshing, renewal, cleansing, and something to bring me to life. To fully grasp that I have hope of eternal life and do not have to cling to life on this earth.
This morning, when I left my house, I noticed everything looked greener. The weeds in my rock garden of a front yard were a little taller than yesterday. The blossoms on the trees where a little bit bigger. The brown of winter is beginning to fade away into a bright, lush green.
I have gone through a really tough season, perhaps I could say a winter, and I know it isn’t entirely over, but I am seeing glimpses of spring in my heart.
Spring every year is a reminder of the renewal that God gives us in his spirit. It is a reminder that we have hope in a better future, an eternal life.
What does spring mean for you? What is something you find refreshing? Rain, sunny days?