| Wednesday, February 11, 2009 |
| Rain |
| The rain pours solidly and steadily, washing over me like the love you pour out. Young girls shamelessly open their arms wide, letting it wash over them. They are drenched. It comes down in sheets, such sweet relief for this dry land. I stand inside staring out a wall made of windows, safe from the exhilarating cold, too embarrassed to do what I really desire: to play unashamed, joyfully in your rain. It distorts everything we see, a sort of haze over our vision, yet your love is clearer than a steady lake just waiting to be jumped into. The world goes on unassuming, oblivious to the beauty and wonder. Groups chatter about the mundane events of their lives, unable and unwilling to notice the rain. It's been raining all their lives and they don't care to notice. They don't care to worship because all they see are these four comfortable walls. As Elijah prayed, so do I, open their eyes Lord. Let them see. |
posted by Carsen @ 12:39 PM  |
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I pray, please let me see!
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I pray, please let me see!