It was 95 degrees today…not bad for summertime I suppose…but it was a VERY humid 95 degrees. I was not prepared for the wetness of the warmth that smacked me in the face when I walked outside. After taking only a few breathes, I felt like I was drowning. I did not stay outside for long. My plans for walking the dogs melted away with the stifling heat.
I assume the heat continued to be oppressively intense, I would not know for sure, as I elected to stay in my air conditioned home for the better part of the afternoon. By evening, the atmosphere began to release its heavy burden of moisture resulting in a glorious summer thunderstorm.
When the drops finally stopped, the dogs and I ventured outside once more. I was astonished at the difference the rain had made. The air, once suffocating and heavy, now seemed intoxicating. I inhaled intentionally. The air was cool, almost crisp like fall. It was a great relief!
When I think of rain, or “gully washers” as my dad used to call them, I think of the inconvenience. Rain ruins plans and causes floods. Sure, like everyone else, I appreciate the life that rain brings to God’s creation as well…but I must admit, I have never thought much about the RELIEF rain brings.
I stood outside a bit longer, the wet tree leaves glistening in the bright moon light, the wet grass clinging to my shoes, and soaked in the sweet relief. I have felt this relief before…it is found in the burden lifting grace of our God.