Another rainy day comes up from the ocean to give herself away

Rain is such a blessing. For some reason, every year I forget what the seasons look like in Oregon. Which is really kind of a blessing, because I'm constantly surprised at the beauty each season holds. Even these cloudy, rainy days hold something wonderful, it's all like a love letter from God about his provision and care. Every season I feel like Jacob, waking up after his vision of the stairway to heaven, likewise saying to myself "Shurely the Lord was in this place, and I was not aware of it." God is good, rain is good, and it is a beautiful thing that he speaks through it, and all His creation. Thats what's on my mind.

Grace and Peace