Healing Rain

Rain falling softly on the windows,

the faintest sound…

almost too soft to hear.

But even through the loudness around me,

even through all of the unknown,

I am reminded…

You are still here.

The rain is a reminder

that when I am hurting,

when I am in pain,

that is when You are working the most.

I can’t see clearly

through the blur of nature’s tears on the glass,

your tears on the window…

but that is how I know,

You are fighting my battles with me.

You feel this with me.

You knew I needed the rain.

You knew I needed to let my own tears fall…

the ones I haven’t cried

in what feels like forever.

I think of them

as healing waters.

Letting them fall

allows for growth,

for renewal,

for change…

the kind that becomes something better.

An opportunity

to take the pain

and make something beautiful from it.

As I cry,

You hold me.

You strengthen me

when I feel weak,

when I struggle to find my balance.

You carry me.

I may not be able to see it right now,

but I know

You are fighting with me

and for me.

Fighting the battles

that have tried to overtake me,

the ones that tried to steal

what good I still have left.

You have been doing it

all of my life…

carrying what I was never meant

to carry alone.

Still, I try.

“I don’t need help,”

I tell myself.

But I do.

We all do.

And that help…

real, lasting help…

only comes from You.

You make me whole again.

You take my wilted petals

and bring them back to life.

You gather the ones that fell

and make beauty from them again.

Even the ones

carried away by the wind,

You cause them

to rise again from the ground…

some even

to help others.

A part of me

flies again.

And a new part of me

begins to grow.

My petals are slowly growing back…

stronger,

more vibrant,

more alive

than they ever could have been

without You.

Thank You for the rain.

You saw my thirst

and gave me Your living water,

the kind that renews,

that quiets the fire,

that restores what was worn down.

Thank You for the rain,

for the reminder

that I am not alone in this.

I place my tears

in Your hands now.

I trust

You will make something beautiful

grow from them,

in your time, 

and in your hands.

because nothing surrendered to You

is ever wasted, but used for good.

So take this…all of it…

use it for Your glory,

and let something beautiful rise from it.