rain boots

What do you think about cowboy boot galoshes? It's not raining. Not today anyways. Not the bad kind of rain. The sun is out and spring is here. The Lord has rained down on me these last couple of days though. The good kind of rain. The sweet rain...

As i've wondered (mostly obsessively) where i will be working and where i will be living here shortly, i've wondered if i've become inadequate in my own job because of being so consumed with the future. I am a counselor for an all women's college in the area and today and yesterday i've been reminded why it is i do what i do. Yesterday, one of my most difficult cases walked into my office. She usually comes in quite sluggish and depressed. Not this time. She had more of a spring in her step. She told me that after a few tough months of therapy, she feels "happy." Music to my ears. Then when she was leaving my office at the end of the session she said "I don't know what i'm going to do without you this summer."

So thankful. Good rain.

Then today one of my clients came in and at the end of the session gave me a tiny wooden cross that she got for me on her spring break. (We're allowed to accept small gifts, ps.) She said that she'll be graduating soon and she just wanted me to know how much i had helped her this year and how thankful she was.

There it is--the lump in my throat. Sweet rain.

Maybe i need to learn how to live in the moment when the sweet rains of grace come down. Maybe i need to learn how to dance in the rain. I rarely dance in the rain.

And when the rain feels heavy and maybe even dark, i'll get some rain boots and wait again for the sweet rains to come. I believe that He wants to bless us infinitely more than we could ever ask or imagine. He wants to send the rains of grace and mercy and love down onto us. Sometimes in the middle of the storm, the rain lifts a little, even if it's just long enough to see the blessings...