Restoring Rain

It rained last night. I haven't seen rain in over a month, but last night, it rained.

Rain that washed all the crap from yesterday away. I still have no plan for youth today, but I do have a new direction I'm supposed to go. A direction from God.

The youth poems will be focusing on compassion. As I was journaling last night, venting for the eighth time, God spoke to me in a still small whisper. He said if I am going to try and teach and direct these kids through poems about compassion, I better start showing them compassion. He's really good at convicting me, but it's what I needed to hear.

"But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger and abounding in love and faithfulness." Psalm 86:15

So I decided I'm not going to vent about it anymore, I'm not going to complain, I'm not going to worry. Or at least try not to do these things.

Here I am staring at the wall, worrying about today. Already I'm failing. But I'm going to try. God is a good God, and He will help me.

Rain, it is a blessing. It washes away the bad, gives new life to the good. I feel like that's me. I was in need of a little restoration.

After my 15 minutes in the rain, I went back to bed. The power went out for about three minutes, and it was silent except for the thunder and the rain. Only when the power kicked back on with all the fans and AC units did I realize how much white noise fills my world. So much white noise that I could no longer hear the rain on the window panes.

What am I not hearing because of the white noise? What am I not hearing from these kids because of the white noise fronts they put up?

Until next time, get rid of the white noise, listen to the still, small voice.