grace like rain

It rained Saturday. That soft kind of rain that leaves large, dewy rain drops glistening on the rose petals. The kind of rain that you can barely see…but you hear it hitting the leaves on the trees, dripping off the eaves.

Monday it rained. Hard. Blowing rain mixed with hail and deep rolling thunder. The kind of rain that obliterates the roses, leaving only petals scattered on the lawn.

God’s grace comes to me both ways. Soft and hard. The kind of grace that I can barely see but I know is there. The kind of grace that rolls like thunder over my heart. Unmistakable.

Both are gifts from His hand. Undeniably undeserved. And I’ll take every raindrop.

[written a couple weeks ago on a rainy afternoon]

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