Ever have a torrent of
memories flood out reality and take you into the past?
This song was played several times during powerful moments at the training camp in GA before my month in Nicaragua.
The constant flashes of vivid memories from that time of my life, summer of 2011, overwhelmed me today.
I found this song and sat in stillness and quiet listening to the simple words. For some reason it puts my life into perspective.
I’m sure everyone has a song or two that does the same thing.
But then I looked outside. I knew it was raining but the streams of water trickling down the window caught me up in the TRUTH of God’s constant presence. He rained down His love.
This song was played several times during powerful moments at the training camp in GA before my month in Nicaragua.
The constant flashes of vivid memories from that time of my life, summer of 2011, overwhelmed me today.
I found this song and sat in stillness and quiet listening to the simple words. For some reason it puts my life into perspective.
I’m sure everyone has a song or two that does the same thing.
But then I looked outside. I knew it was raining but the streams of water trickling down the window caught me up in the TRUTH of God’s constant presence. He rained down His love.
I am filled up.
Whether in Nicaragua holding the small little children who don’t know a life beyond tin shacks, biting ants in the sand on the beach of lake Granada, rubber sandals, shirts brown from grime, the innocent freedom of running almost bare-naked into the Lake to swim and forget the poverty they were born into, or in America holding onto those precious memories, in my struggle against complacency and normalcy.
Open your eyes. Find the rain. You will be filled up.
Whether in Nicaragua holding the small little children who don’t know a life beyond tin shacks, biting ants in the sand on the beach of lake Granada, rubber sandals, shirts brown from grime, the innocent freedom of running almost bare-naked into the Lake to swim and forget the poverty they were born into, or in America holding onto those precious memories, in my struggle against complacency and normalcy.
Open your eyes. Find the rain. You will be filled up.
