remembering to dance in the rain…

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.
Jeremiah 31:12b-13

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
Psalm 100:3-5

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
Hebrews 12.1

I need to remember to dance in the rain!  Want to join us?

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