Have you ever felt like God did something just for you? Like, something happens that has to happen anyway... but in that one moment, the only reason it happened is because you wanted it to?
Take a storm for instance. Let's say you love storms. That dancing in the rain brings you joy and hearing thunder and seeing lightning flash across the sky makes you giggle and jump and dance. So it storms. Storms happen. Not really for anybody in particular. But let's say you've gone through a tough patch. That you feel dry and tired. And then it storms. You wake up to the rain, and think I hope it really storms. Then you see lightning flash across the sky. You can't contain the smile, so hug your arms around yourself. Later, it's only raining. You've watched those puddles get bigger all day and you can't contain it any longer. So you change your clothes and you go for a walk. You jump in the puddles and turn your face to the sky as the rain drops wash away all the dust from your eyes. You feel so refreshed that you can't help but jump and skip and sing. You jump into a big one and kick the water up towards the sky just as fast as it falls around you. Sure, you feel like a little kid. But maybe that's a good thing. For a little while, you can just be little. You need this. Not to forget that things aren't perfect, but to remember that you are a child of God. That it is this joy that God has designed you for. As you wash your face in the rain, you can't help but feel happy. Refreshed. Maybe this storm happened because that's how you feel inside. Maybe this storm happened just for you. Because you wanted it. Because a part of you needed it. Yes, the storm is good for the earth. And you aren't the only one who loves it. But none of that matters. It happened because God loves you, and you enjoy storms.
Have you ever felt that way?
Because I have.
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