Rain

I looked out the window this morning at the sunlight covering the trees, wet with early morning rain. Through the fading hazes, settled drops of rain flashed with the sunlight. The colours were sharper and clearer to my eyes. The world looked clean, fresh, renewed. It reminded me of grace.

Grace. Such a deep word, such an eternal word.

Grace is like the rain rinsing me clean of the muck of sin and dusty soul dryness.

Grace is like the sun purifying, warming, lightening, revealing.

Grace creates diamonds out of raindrops.

How I need to be cleansed by grace's rain. To stand dripping and shining in grace.