Grace Like Rain

First Blog.

I just spent about thirty minutes trying to create a lovely beautiful piece on grace and comparing it to rain. Which to be honest I do really desire to write about and discuss. Who wouldn't want to talk about rain. Unless your from Oregon. They don't really ever talk about rain. Its like sun in Texas. Nothing too exciting. After wasting thirty minutes of my life struggling to write on grace as if I'm some poetic author full of ideas and new literary philosophies. I stopped mid-sentence with one thought, if I'm going to write a blog I shouldn't try to be something I'm not. If I'm trying to impress anyone even if its just myself, I might as well just sign up match.com and go on an internet. Not hatin on the people who found their husband on a website. Just sayin.

Anyways. I had this thought as I was leaving church today. I want to start a blog. I mean it seems cool. I like journaling. And to be honest I have so many thoughts some of them come to fast for me to write on paper. While I was debating this in my head, the rain was pouring down on my face and brand new jean jacket. Not too happy that I chose to wear a thick jean jacket this morning, but hey it happens. Our speaker at church today spoke on grace, using the text from John 8 on the adulterous woman. She was taken from the act of adultery then thrown before Jesus in a crowd. I can't even imagine the shame, the guilt and turmoil going through her thoughts at that moment. The desire to just run away and never look back. But if some have never read the story, the jewish law claims that anyone caught in adultery will be stoned. Jesus is at a cross road, he can follow jewish law and allow the woman to be stoned. Or he can commit blasphemy and allow the woman to walk away stone free. But something happens. Greater than anyone could ever imagine. Grace.

As I hoped in my truck, jean jacket soaked, hair all in a mess. I pause to consider how rain is much like grace. Rain is so unexpected, yet so beautiful. It will not only cleanse the land but gives both nutrients and life. The land doesn't fight the rain, or refuse to accept something that it truly needs to survive. Grace does the same to a human's soul. It cleans all of the nasty shame built up from years of sin, but leaving behind love and peace. Nutrients needed to survive in this dying and weary world. We can only accept his grace, there is nothing we can do to fight his overflowing grace.

For the next forty days I was to explore grace. And just like the land that can only grow after it has received the rain. I too desire to grow through receiving his grace daily, while able to glorify God through my actions of sharing this grace to others.

Grace.