Friday, June 15, 2007

The Blessing of Rain


For God hath made me fruitful in the land of my affliction. Genesis 41:52

The summer showers are falling. The poet stands by the window watching them. They are beating and buffeting the earth with their fierce downpour. But the poet sees in his imaginings more than the showers which are falling before his eyes. He sees myriads of lovely flowers which shall be soon breaking forth from the watered earth, filling it with matchless beauty and fragrance. And so he sings:

"It isn't raining rain for me, it's raining daffodils;
In every dimpling drop I see wild flowers upon the hills.
A cloud of gray engulfs the day, and overwhelms the town;
It isn't raining rain for me: it's raining roses down."

Perchance some one of God's chastened children is even now saying, "O God, it is raining hard for me tonight. Testings are raining upon me which seem beyond my power to endure. Disappointments are raining fast, to the utter defeat of all my chosen plans. Bereavements are raining into my life which are making my shrinking heart quiver in its intensity of suffering. The rain of affliction is surely beating down upon my soul these days."

Withal, friend, you are mistaken. It isn't raining rain for you. It's raining blessing. For, if you will but believe your Father's Word, under that beating rain are springing up spiritual flowers of such fragrance and beauty as never before grew in that stormless, unchastened life of yours.

You indeed see the rain. But do you see also the flowers? You are pained by the testings. But God sees the sweet flower of faith which is upspringing in your life under those very trials.

You shrink from the suffering. But God sees the tender compassion for other sufferers which is finding birth in your soul.

Your heart winces under the sore bereavement. But God sees the deepening and enriching which that sorrow has brought to you.

It isn't raining afflictions for you. It is raining tenderness, love, compassion, patience, and a thousand other flowers and fruits of the blessed Spirit, which are bringing into your life such a spiritual enrichment as all the fullness of worldly prosperity and ease was never able to beget in your innermost soul.


Excerpt from "Streams in the Desert" by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman

5 comments:

Wheelchair Mama said...

I just want you to know that all your entries leave me refreshed and feeling new. Please blog more. I check every day!

AIMEE said...

You are so kind wheelchair mama!
I so want to be refreshing and encouraging because I know that we all need way more of that in our lives...compassion, gentleness, mercy, and inspiration for the journey!
More to come...
Aimee

Anonymous said...

Aimee, my dear kindred spirit, thank you for this timely and oh so encouraging post. I was in a torrential rainstorm of a situation when I cruised by your blog and paused for refreshment. I drank deeply and felt relief, even though the storm raged on. I am happy to report the personal storm (involving a far-less-than-perfect parent demanding outrageous things of his 45-year-old daughter, whom he has rarely spent time with ...) has passed, but even before that I regained peace and composure and your post helped keep my eyes focused on a Heavenly Father who is perfect and loves me so deeply. Thank you for taking the time to record and share feelings and ideas that spread a bouquet of beauty and truth in a very stormy world.

Bless You,
Debbie

AIMEE said...

oh debbie, I am so sorry for your pain and am glad that i could offer a cup of cold water in His name for you in a time of need...that's what being sisters in the Body is all about :)
May faith in His love sustain you!

Charity Singleton said...

Aimee -- As I get more connected to the land that I live on, the more I can see rain as a blessing. Unfortunately, I haven't matured as much in my personal, spiritual life to see the rain there in the same light. This post was beautiful and timely.