The Rains Come

The rains come.  They just do.  I wish they didn’t, sometimes I wish we could just cruise through this life unscathed and unaffected until we reach our final destination.  It’s not how things work.  Makes it funny to me that still I am suprised when hard things, stressful things, painful things come.

My daughter Faith gets strep throat.  A couple times a year she wakes up, takes a gulp, and starts to cry because she knows what’s coming: throat swab.  Tears in her eyes she always says the same thing, “Mommy, why does this happen to me??  Why does this always happen?”  I don’t know honey and I wish I could stop it from coming.  I just can’t.  It comes.  The rain always comes.

As we were driving to the dreaded throat swab I mustered up a Mommy speech.

“You know sweetie, I know this is hard.  It is painful and it stinks and I wish I could take this away from you.  What I do know is that if everything were always easy in our days then we wouldn’t need God quite as much.  Mommy is going to pray for you on the way to get this throat swab.  Does Mommy pray in the car on the way to get ice cream or Chick Fila or to get dinner?”

“No Mommy you don’t.”

“Well I am going to pray for you now and know that God is going to be there especially in times when we are in pain.”

At church on Sunday this passage came up on the screen and it leapt straight into my heart:

 “Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.  But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”  Matthew 7:24-27

When the rains come I have nothing to fear.  When the rains come I know I will stand, if not in this life then in the next, I will not fall.  It’s a gift to have this confidence.  It’s a gift, especially when my heart loves so deeply those that are around me, that they are not fully mine to take care of.  I have one greater than me to depend on.  And so, I do not fear the rain.

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Fear of the rain for these kiddos used to keep me up at night.  Now, I’m trying to constantly and prayerfully submit to the fact that I know the rains will definitely come.  As a Mom I have no greater goal than to teach them what it means to build their lives upon “the rock.”  Also (in case you were wondering) 6 and 8 year olds are excellent selfie takers!

Sickness and pain and dieing and loss and grief and stress and fear and worry, none of these things do I desire for my life or for my family.  To live in fear of them is to give them too much power.  To give all of those things the credit is to take away from the power of God that is freely ours to tap into.

As this week comes I am sensing that the rain is pouring down for far too many of us.  That we feel beared down on and burdened by our walk through this life.  I pray that today we might remember whose rock our life is built upon. That when we soak up God’s word, learn from it, and make a relationship with Him our number one priority, these rains will not overtake us.  May peace and comfort lighten your day as you remember this powerful truth!  May I not fear the rains on the horizon, may I trust God in every moment and one step at a time.

I am praying for you this day, be blessed!

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P.S.

I nailed down all the details for the event I am having for Moms and Daughters on May 14th 2016.  If you are in the area, or know someone whose is, please join us!  I am excited to spend time talking on all things body image and insecurity!

Full details here:  https://www.eventbrite.com/e/mother-daughter-event-tickets-25127629416

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