Malaysia is hot. Today I made the mistake of wearing jeans. By 4pm I had to peel them off my body to take a nap. I drifted in and out of sleep, too sticky and sweaty to really rest. But then, like clockwork, at 5:00 the clouds moved in and a breeze started to blow, then the thunder rolled in. Soon the room was cool with the rain that was pouring down, like it does every afternoon here in KL, Malaysia. As I sat on the balcony above the restaurant that we are working in this week I thought how much this rain is a picture of God and His Holy Spirit.
There are times in our life when the heat is on, and we are sweating all the details of life and things are just a bit sticky, nothing seems to be going smoothly. But then with one cry to the Father the Spirit moves in and refreshes us with the rain of his everlasting love and cools us with the breeze of his comfort and peace.
