Rain

When I was a new Christian (around 12 years old), I used to think that the weather symbolized something that God was trying to tell me. At that time, I had just learned what symbolism was, and I was just exploring the movements of God in my life.

So. Sunny weather told me to thank God, because beautiful, right? And rainy weather told me to remember that God was in control.

It’s been rainy all day–I need a little of God’s control in my life, because I have this habit of clinging to my own failed attempts at control. And then they get swept up under me. And then I tumble down farther than I ever thought imaginable.

So, though I am soggy wet from my apparently water-proof boots to my knee highs, I am finding peace (that peace that “transcends all logic”) in God’s control.

And for those skeptics: What does that even mean? It means fear has not overcome me, nor will it. It means I will come out of this so much stronger than going in. It means out of this I will become a stronger, truer version of myself.