I think that every person needs to be refreshed from time to time.  It is built into us.  Tonight there was a rain that lasted about 3 hours at my house.  I sat on my back porch and listened.  It was gentle, then stormy, then gentle again.  The drops fell steadily, sliding down creating slick, shiny green leaves.  They blew this way and that until finally, they rested.  The consistent beating of the drops made a splashing, humming sound…soothing.  It was comforting in a way.  I found myself transported from my hectic day to a place of refreshing…a restful place that promises a fresh clean tomorrow. The air will be crisp and breathing will be easy.  Green leaves, bright blue skies and cotton candy clouds will be more vivid in the morning light. 

God is like the rain.  Our lives get dry and cracked.  Our souls are parched and thirsty for him.  He desires us, and so he sends the rain of his spirit.  He consistently pours out his drops of love, trying to fill up our dry hearts. Drought conditions leave us desperate. We seek him, he sends a flood, and we go from drought to drowning.  His love overtakes us until we breathe it…in, out, in, out.  We are saturated and rest follows.  After his rain, our hearts are clean.  The heaviness of life is lifted creating a fresh outlook.  His light brightens the day and life seems somehow clearer. The rain washes us clean. It is a steady downpour.  Listen.  Can you hear his refreshing rain?