Then the rains came, torrential; sideways to pound against the windows of my house. I sat in front of one of the windows with a cup of coffee and looked out into the weather. In all the chaos of the storm I can’t help but think “cleansing”.
A quiet time to ponder in the hours I am typically “doing other things”; not today, today I was to reflect. The downpour just kept coming and as I watched, it seemed to grow in strength. About mid afternoon the sunshine broke through the clouds and a high wind blew. Without hesitation I went to stand in the middle of these winds, receiving all their message. Refreshing.
Psalm 104:4 (TNIV) He makes winds His messengers, flames of fire His servants