We are confident that God is able to orchestrate everything to work toward something good and beautiful when we love Him and accept His invitation to live according to His plan.
Romans 8:28 (The Voice)
Rain. We sure have seen a lot of that here in Florida over the past couple of weeks. I’ve actually grown to enjoy the rain. (The flooding kind, not so much.) I love the way it brings out the smell of fresh cut grass. I also like how it seems to add an extra vibrancy to the colors of the flowers in the potted plants outside of my house.
The rain might not seem all that great at the time, but it can serve a purpose.
Most of my life I felt like I lived in a perpetual season of emotional and circumstantial rain. My motto was, “When it rains, it pours.” My days seemed to consist of living from one crisis to the next. In fact, it rained so much that I grew comfortable in that crisis mode. Living in that mode, my life was plagued by a sense of constant depression.
Some days, I could function through the rains of depression. Other days, I just pulled the covers over my head in my own form of hibernation. Sometimes the depression storm lasted for months on end. I wouldn’t leave my house during those times. I ordered everything I needed and had it delivered to my doorstep. The rains of depression kept me isolated from the outside world.
There were times when I wanted to give up. But then a sliver of sunshine would find its way into my dark world. Something inside of me would cling to that small sliver with every ounce of strength I had. It was during those times when hope would blossom in my heart. The hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a rainbow waiting for me somewhere out there in the midst of my stormy life.
For me, rainbows have always epitomized hope. There is nothing quite like seeing the vibrant colors of a rainbow arching across a dark storm wrought sky. The colors speak of the beauty that comes after the storm. The rainbow tells the story of hope that can be found in any storm. It is the promise that there will be color after the rain.
I found my rainbow when I came back to a relationship with the Lord. The rains of depression finally began to let up. The dull grey of my existence was washed away to reveal the color of a new life. Each day brought a sense of freshness and vibrancy as I continued to walk with the Lord.
Does it still rain? Yes, but now I know that with the Lord there will always be the hope of a rainbow to chase away life’s storms. I’m thankful that God can take all of our rainy days and transform them into something beautiful. He took those rains of depression, reclaimed them, and used them to water the seeds of healing in my life.