City lights reflect off of wet roads on cloudy nights
And as the mist from car tires rises to meet the sky, so my soul longs to rise on high.
Just to commune with my Father in the secret place;
to just get a glimmer of glimpse, like the seraphim,
Just enough to cry, “Holy!”
But these emotions are so far away.
And as life keeps spinning faster each day, I wonder how close to Jesus I really am.
Because how can I be so close to something, someone so awesome, and beautiful, and life-changing and not know it?
It’s like the days before the rain.
Clouds slowly accumulate on the horizon.
Day by day they grow until the sky is dark and grey.
It stays that way for days and you know there will be rain.
But sometimes you can get used to shadow and forget the cloud until the sky breaks open above you and rain falls in a torrent.
Father, You’ve been hovering for quite some time.
The clouds churn in a blended grey scale as the first drops of rain break free.
And when the rain finally begins to fall I feel Your rain filling me.
It reminds me how much I love this rainy weather.