When it rains

We jumped into the car after church determined to make the trek to Silver Dollar City to see the Christmas lights. It was the last day of the season for the holiday festivities. The skies were overcast and gloomy, but our trusty weather app said the rains wouldn’t start until later in the night.

We sailed through the three-hour drive, with virtually no traffic, and were thrilled that the park wasn’t full. That meant quick lines and more fun!

Then, I felt it. A drop. Next, a drizzle, just a sputtering from the sky. We had just gotten a funnel cake sampler, so we found the last table under a canopy and began to eat. The rains came, and began to soak our winter coats. Matt had thought to bring our big rainbow umbrella, and so we huddled close together and began to walk slowly underneath to the next show so we could get in from the rain.

Under the rainbow umbrella canopy trying to stay dry

Apparently many, many others had the same idea. The theater was packed full of wet people looking for respite.

The lights went down. An angel appeared. He recounted meeting Mary and how she and her betrothed traveled to Bethlehem. There, she gave birth to a son, God’s Son. And the world was changed. The skies opened up in praise, shepherds went to find the baby, wisemen followed a star to worship the tiny king. The Gospel was shared.

It wasn’t rain that wet my cheeks inside the theater. It was the realization that God made it rain that day so this crowd could know the truth about Jesus.

The downpour lessened once the show was finished, and we enjoyed our time at the park and all its lights.

We love the Christmas lights at Silver Dollar City!

Rain will often change our plans, our moods, and our perspectives. Sometimes our lives are pummeled by storms and soaked in sorrowful tears. Rain can bring beautiful growth and refreshment, as well as hesitation and even peril.

When the hard rains come, and they will come, I want to remember these three things I realized dodging the drops at SDC.

  1. Rain can bring us closer to those we love. Instead of scattering, when we were facing rain and potentially changed plans, my family huddled together underneath the dry cover of our umbrella. We used the rain as an opportunity to be together and move together.
  2. When it rains, look for the Gospel on display. God does not waste our pain or our tears. Often our struggles are a conduit for God’s message of hope and redemption. God may make it rain specifically to redirect or prepare the heart fields to receive His One and Only Son.
  3. The rain will end. There is always a start and an end to the rain, and to the storms in life. Believe that, and hold onto that. The rain may last so much longer than forecasted or come unexpectedly, but it will not last. The clouds will roll back to reveal the sun that was always there.

Walking with my eyes shut

Heading into the parking lot, my daughter grabs my hand.

“My eyes are closed Mommy.” I can hear the grin in her voice as she lifts her head toward the sky, her beautiful face lit up by the sunshine. Peace is the only word that can fully capture her calm assurance and absolute trust as she bravely walks forward, her hand securely in mine.

I safely guide her through the cars and yellow lines toward our vehicle, where she releases her grip and jumps into her seat.

Psalm 119:162 declares, “I rejoice over Your promise like one who finds vast treasure.”

I think of my daughter’s face, as I contemplate God’s promises to me. Except tears fall down my cheeks while asking questions. I’m stopped on the sidewalk, looking both ways, unable to see. The light is haze. Where should my foot hit the ground, Lord?

Yet, His promise still pounds in my head and my heart. So, I choose to thank Him. Thank you Jesus for Your promise to me even when I can’t see. Because I know You can. See for both of us, Lord.

I put my hand in His, close my eyes, and step forward with my Jesus.

I don’t need to see the way. I just have to know He does.

And that is why I rejoice in the treasure of His promises.