The rainy season is supposed to be winding down here in West Kenya, but today we had a crazy-hard downpour, complete with wind, thunder and lightening.
I stood upstairs in my bedroom window watching the rain fall furiously. I was thanking God for a roof that doesn’t leak . . . I have many friends in mud huts whose roofs leak a lot—right into their homes.
I was watching our trees, flowers and hanging bird nests being flogged by giant drops. I looked over to our huge, beautiful pink hibiscus plant. The rain was hard pouring, and each delicate hibiscus flower’s petals were bending backward in the rain, but each flower was still facing the heavens—still intact. In that moment God spoke these words to me: “If even these delicate flowers will bend and not break when the harsh rains come, then neither will you.”
Like you, I sometimes feel like I’m in the middle of a torrential downpour, a furious storm. But when the rains stop momentarily, and I am still intact, I am overwhelmed by God’s love. I will bend but not break. And more often than not, the rain that I thought would destroy me has actually made me stronger and more rooted, just like our flowers.
“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.” 2 Corinthians 4:7-9