Dancing in the rain. The Lord reminded me of this phrase a couple weeks back during a little tea date with two beautiful squad mates of mine, Layna and Gretchen. It was storming, and all we wanted to do was go outside and dance in the rain. We couldn’t though, considering it had been lightning. So instead, we sat in a room with the window opened, listening to the sound of the rain and drinking our tea. We were in amazement of how beautiful the rain was and how our lives could be this sweet. But then, I wondered; in so called rainy seasons of life we want so desperately to get out of them as fast as possible and back into the sunlight. We don’t take the time to look around and see the beauty in that rainy season. We don’t realize that it will actually cause growth beyond compare. We just want out, at all cost. But what if we chose to dance in the rain? What if we chose to recognize the Father in the hard seasons just as much as we do in the ones we feel as light as a feather? How would that change our walk with God? And that does not mean no mourning and no grieving, because wow, how we still need those things! Jesus mourned and He cried, so how much more must we need to?? But it’s this idea of joy, which only the Father can give you. Choosing to recognize Gods goodness even in the hurt. Dancing in the rain.
In honor of this topic, I wrote a poem of some sorts. I’m not quite sure if it’s a poem or a letter or just some words jumbled together, but I thought I would share!
~The wind is blowing faster and more fierce than normal. The leaves, they could hold on no longer. They finally had to surrender, realizing that in that surrender freedom would come. Freedom to dance around in the wind, though wild and strong. The harder the wind blew the more the leaves danced.
The rain is pouring from the sky. It’s getting harder and harder to see clearly. It’s getting harder and harder to hear your voice, oh God. The clouds have covered up the last little trace of light. Tell me, are you still here? Are you still in my midst? Are you here with me in this storm?
I have come to a fork in this road I’m on. I realize I have an option. I can sit and coward away from the rain. Groaning and asking, “When will this be over??” Or I can dance. I can get up and dance. Dance in the rain. Dance in the hurt. Dance in the confusion. Dance before, during, and after the breakthrough. I have the power to choose to recognize you, Father. To see you in the rain and in the wind. To surrender like the leaves. To surrender to you, knowing that your plans for me are good. Knowing that there will never come a day when you are not surrounding me. Knowing that I was born to be loved by You.
I have decided to dance. On the mountain. In the valley. In the rain. Knowing, no matter what season I’m in, you are faithful. You are present. You are enough.~
I pray you will recognize the Lord in everything you do-knowing that He is all around you. There has never been a moment where He was not there. You are his child. He loves you. So much more than we will ever be able to understand!! He catches your every tear in a jar. No one else could ever compare. Not one. Wow, I love you guys!! I am so happy to be a part of the kingdom of God!
-kailey
