Graying blue clouds blow across the sky and I inhale a steamy breath of rain, thunder and flickering light. And all I do is stand, grinning to God with rain splatting pearly wet on arms and lifted face. Grace like rain…and isn’t it the grace of God that rains on our parade to bring us in under the Tree of Life?
It has been said Christ’s suffering was for propitiation and our sufferings with Him the propagation. This suffering is deeply painful, and in this deep sorrow we feel how infinitely more must be this weight of Glory in the Father! We squirm with the package of suffering, but to receive it gratefully we gasp supreme Joy! And God’s faithfulness proves richest for us in the fire of suffering.