Singing in the rain

This afternoon I went by the church to drop off some random cables and CDs I’d found tucked away in trunks and laptop bags. Things that had been a part of this other life we’ve lived for the past 18 months — called ministry. I visited with the guys in the production booth, busy working away getting ready for the weekend, and then I headed home. Because I don’t do that stuff any more.

I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a certain… freedom, in not working 80 hours a week. But I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t miss it, or wasn’t still confused about how we got here — or even got there to begin with. And then two things happened: It started pouring rain, pounding on the windshield until I could barely see the road ahead of me. And this song came on the radio. I thought I’d record it, for the significance it held at that moment…

I was sure by now
That you would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say Amen,
and its still raining

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear your whisper through the rain:
I’m with you
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands
and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I’ll praise you in this storm
And I will life my hands
Cause you are who you are
No matter where I am
And every tear I’ve cried
You hold in your hands
You’ve never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise you in this storm

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised my up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can’t find you?

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear your whisper through the rain:
I’m with you
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands
and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and earth

– Casting Crowns: Praise You in This Storm

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