Lessons in the Rain

My tears have been my food

day and night,

while men say to me all day long,

"Where is your God?"

These things I remember

as I pour out my soul:

how I used to go with the multitude,

leading the processing to the house of God,

with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.

Why are you downcast, O my soul?

Why so disturbed within me?

Put your hope in God,

for I will yet praise him,

my Savior and my God.

My soul is downcast within me;

therefore I will remember you.

Deep cries out to deep

in the roar of your waterfalls;

all your waves and breakers

have swept over me.

I say to God my Rock,

"Why have you forgotten me?

Why must I go on mourning,

oppressed by the enemy?"

Why are you downcast, O my soul?

Why so disturbed within me?

Put your hope in God,

for I will yet praise him,

my Savior and my God.

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Last week, I was walking home, and it was raining. I hate rain. I hate being in rain. I was walking and I felt God tell me to stop and rest. I told Him that He was being a bit ridiculous because it was raining. I kept walking and He slowed me. He slowed me, stopped me under a tree, and reminded me that He is God.

I stood still in that moment, and had a moment of peace,

because He is God.

When I go from a long season of feeling that life is grand, to a season of turmoil, brokenness, and deep sorrow, to a season of seeing hope for about half a minute, to a season of realizing that my dreams needs to be realigned with God, to entering a new season of learning how to walk again.

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God sometimes has to still me

God sometimes has to remind me that He is God

and that He Will Be Exalted

amongst the earth,

amongst the nations,

in me.