What Do You Want?

Father.

The rain comes down this morning. Beating against the sides of the house. Pelting the windows. And I dread going out into it. It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s uncomfortable.

Yet, the rain is saturating the ground and the soil preparing it for spring. Readying it for the growth of green, of the growth of seedlings and leaves and fruit.

But I don’t like it right now. I don’t want to be wet and cold. I want to be warm. I want to be dry.

Father, help me to accept the rain. Enable me to understand what it is doing in the soul of me.

I just don’t want it to rain, and yet I understand that the rain is needed. Needed to penetrate the hard, cracked and cold ground.

I want the sun to shine. I want winter to end. I want…I want…I want…

I’m sorry, Lord. Forgive me.

What do you want?

What do you want?

Amen.