It forces us inside, close and quiet.
Cozy. More Go Fish. More Old Maid. More Legos.
Cramped. More fussing. More fighting. More messing.
Frustrated. I'm bored. He won't share. Why won't they listen? I'm hungry. Someone's crying. Who spilled this? ARGH!!
We want the rain to stop. It doesn't always bring out our best side.
life flourishes.The resurrection fern only comes out after it appears dead, dried out and worn out. It blooms after the rain.
When I saw it at the park the other day - sweating, and after some frustrated, broken Mom moments - I was reminded of God's grace and all-knowingness during the rain. He knows. He knows. Resurrection comes after the rain.
Aren't you glad about that?
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