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.