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Yesterday, it rained in the desert.
I live in Phoenix, Arizona, where the annual rainfall is less than 10 inches. So when it rains here, it’s a novelty. It’s refreshing.
And it’s strikingly beautiful.
Something about the way God brings water to dry land is just such an amazing metaphor for life.
Like when there are rough, ragged times.
And when we can’t understand why there’s a drought.
And when we don’t think we’ll make it through the drought.
It’s funny. I love the rain, but I don’t think I’d love it so much if I lived somewhere where it rained all the time.
Because here, in the desert, when it happens, it’s special. It’s specific. It’s powerful.
Just like God’s hand in our lives.
Your Turn: Do you love the rain or hate it? Why? And if you love it, what’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

* I’m not sure why, but whenever I see pictures like the one above, of people frolicking in the rain, this verse comes to mind: “For in Him we live and move and have our being” (Acts 17:28)