It's been raining for the past three days, and will continue to do so for the rest of the week. With the insane weather, I've been seeing the little things, the big things, the simple things that we (I) have so often overlooked, but would probably suffer without. I don't really see how the two correlate.... maybe it's the soppy piano music playing in the background. Thank you, yiruma.
I swear, I think in lists.
1. The rain keeps my grass from looking brown and my flowers from wilting. It's also free water. Let's bathe ourselves outside! (of course i only like the idea of being green)
2. The thunder reflects God's voice, only His is infinite times greater.
3. I wouldn't probably, I WOULD suffer without God. Now that I've seen a mere glimpse of His goodness, I can't even imagine living in the dark once again. Though I stray away, my good friend never fails to bring me back with his still, gentle voice.
4. And with that, I'm beginning to appreciate on a more deeper level- His love, His grace, and ultimately the personal one-on-one friendship He desires to have with me. The God who created everything there is to be created wants to have an intimate relationship with me, a helpless little baby!
5. Dry socks. They help keep us from getting athlete's foot. We take them for granted.
6. The quiet. It gives us a chance to unwind, for Earth to be still in our eyes. And as much as we hate it, the stillness exposes the good, the bad, and the ugly about ourselves. I tend to place myself in noisy settings or occupy myself with reading to avoid this, but the quiet is very much needed.
7. People who accept other people's flaws. There aren't many in the world. Being completely honest here- I tend to fall into the majority of society. I try to conform others, or tend to lead tainted friendships merely because my narrow minded vision can't see past people's mistakes, even mine. It's something I'm working on, and I couldn't be thankful enough for those in my life who set the example.
heaven's perfect mystery
the king of love has sent for me
and now you're singing over me
the father's song
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