The irony isn’t lost on me, I promise. I didn’t know that yesterday’s post on blooming in a drought would lead into dancing in the rain. I didn’t know… but He did. He knew. He knows. Always.
So often, I forget. I forget the angst in the dark of night when the sun comes out… and I forget the reckless joy when the stuff of life presses in. I live in the moment and forget the moments behind and the moments to come.
Today… I don’t want to forget. I want to remember this moment. I need to stop and celebrate. I want to dance with my girl in the rain and the puddles… I need to…
dance with joy
They will be like a well-watered garden,
and they will sorrow no more.
Then young women will dance and be glad,
young men and old as well.
I will turn their mourning into gladness;
I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
dance with gratitude
Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations
dance with abandon
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses,
let us throw off everything that hinders
and the sin that so easily entangles.
And let us run with perseverance
the race marked out for us
I need to remember to dance in the rain! Want to join us?