I love rain. A lot.
Lately rain has been where I have connected to God best. Sitting on the front porch of our house, listening to the rain and talking to God.
But heres the thing, It isn’t the rainy season in Ethiopia right now.
It shouldn’t be raining. They rainy season starts in September.
And its been raining multiple times a week.
In every country we have been to it has been the dry season. And in each country we have been to it has rained multiple times.
Weird huh. My teammate Taley has this theory about the wind and rain.
It has rained in each country because God is here, and the wind has blown a lot everytime we have left a country showing that the Holy Spirit is still at work there even though we aren’t. That theory gives me goosebumps every time I hear it.
I love the rain. I know I’ve already said it, but I really really love it.
To me rain is God washing away all the bad that has happened in the world.
The last time it rained God revealed something to me. I was sitting on the front porch of our house and looking out into the yard, when I noticed this one red tile in the middle of a group of blue tiles. Usually things like that really frustrate me because it’s out of place. For some reason I really related to that tile in the moment…. weird I know. God revealed to me that when I come home I am going to be that red tile in the midst of the blue. I am going to show him to everyone around me when I come home and thats going to make me stand out in crowds. Before the race that thought would have scared me to no end, but now I rejoice in the fact that I can be him to the people around me.
