Rain down, fall on me,
cleanse me O refreshing water!
As you pour on this city, as you pour on me
make me clean, a refreshed new creation.
In my heart and soul,
rain down on me!
It has been a constant pour the past two days. With strong winds flooding the streets with a cause to keep people indoors. Or at least that is what I am convinced is the case. However for this rain, oh how I am ever so thankful for it. It is as though it has been the cure for my writers block that I have had these past few days. What a blessing this rain has been for me. A sense of refreshment and growth. Not just in the way the trees are greener or the streets look cleaner, but for my heart and soul. To rain down on me and cause growth in me and for me to say "Thank you, papa for this rain over my life!"
Still life goes on…
Yesterday, Ashley, Majil, Marian and I travelled to "tent city" to do feedings. The drive there is a bumpy, up hill, down hill, this way and that way road that takes more than half an hour in pouring rain. Points of which I was somewhat pondering there would be a point where we would need to push the van up some sort of hill or out of mud. However praise the Lord for keeping that van going without any fault.
As we arrived and at once my attention was on the men, who were still working so hard in the rain. Building homes and rebuilding lives. I should make mention and go into detail that "tent city" is where families that had lost their homes, family members and from what I could imagine all their belongings to a mudslide that occured a year or so ago. They were brought to the new area to restart life. So these men who were working so hard in the rain caught me offguard. Simply because I think of home and think of the fact that if it were raining so hard men would cease working and go home, but these were and would be some of these mens' homes and so building is all that could be done.
My heart is constantly refreshed and broken by the men, women and children I encounter. Their joy in all things, hope for a better tomorrow and faith in God that he always takes care of their every need.
I am blessed that this is home to me. That people are all family, and that we are all children to the most amazing God!
Rain down, fall on me,
cleanse me O refreshing water!
As you pour on this city, as you pour on me
make me clean, a refreshed new creation.
In my heart and soul,
rain down on me!
It has been a constant pour the past two days. With strong winds flooding the streets with a cause to keep people indoors. Or at least that is what I am convinced is the case. However for this rain, oh how I am ever so thankful for it. It is as though it has been the cure for my writers block that I have had these past few days. What a blessing this rain has been for me. A sense of refreshment and growth. Not just in the way the trees are greener or the streets look cleaner, but for my heart and soul. To rain down on me and cause growth in me and for me to say "Thank you, papa for this rain over my life!"
Still life goes on…
Yesterday, Ashley, Majil, Marian and I travelled to "tent city" to do feedings. The drive there is a bumpy, up hill, down hill, this way and that way road that takes more than half an hour in pouring rain. Points of which I was somewhat pondering there would be a point where we would need to push the van up some sort of hill or out of mud. However praise the Lord for keeping that van going without any fault.
As we arrived and at once my attention was on the men, who were still working so hard in the rain. Building homes and rebuilding lives. I should make mention and go into detail that "tent city" is where families that had lost their homes, family members and from what I could imagine all their belongings to a mudslide that occured a year or so ago. They were brought to the new area to restart life. So these men who were working so hard in the rain caught me offguard. Simply because I think of home and think of the fact that if it were raining so hard men would cease working and go home, but these were and would be some of these mens' homes and so building is all that could be done.
My heart is constantly refreshed and broken by the men, women and children I encounter. Their joy in all things, hope for a better tomorrow and faith in God that he always takes care of their every need.
I am blessed that this is home to me. That people are all family, and that we are all children to the most amazing God!
