We hardly needed our headlights on there was so much lightening. And the rain was incredible. Pouring down, sloshing on the window, creating sheets of water on the road...
"Grace Like Rain Falling Down On Me."
Oh, brother. Preach that.
The house. The house was cool before the fire. A 1920's 4 x 4 craftsman style farmhouse, on 10 acres, bordered by a river. Like I was cool before Salvation. Myself, but a shadow really. And the house now is...restored. Getting there fast. We stand in the great room and it's almost like what it was...but beautiful now and rich, vibrant and nurturing instead of tired and worn and almost dreary. Like how so many of us are when we allow the One True Living God to rule and reign in our lives. The cool that we were before looks pale and insecure and almost pasty grey compared to the colored and rich person we become through God's redemption.
And I stand in the house and turn circles, soaking it in, this miraculous transformation. This redemption of a house. And this year has been like the storm we drove through tonight. God's Grace falling down on me. Not a soft gentle warm spring rain. More like a crashing, thundering, soaking rain that has me awed and trembling at God's mighty works, His provision and deliverance and redemption. Once again. Redemption. Something from nothing. Something better. Something beyond what I could have asked or imagined.
He rules. He reigns. He roars. A lion.
The heavens declare Him. And His Grace pours down on us.