Raindrops and Revelations
I live in a part of the country where the weather is wildly unpredictable from fall to spring. Technically, it’s spring now, but it’s been cold with only fake sunshine peeking out. Just last weekend, we got a couple of inches of snow—which caught us all off guard because… it’s April??
Anyhoo, with this capricious weather come the rare days when it’s absolutely beautiful. On those days, I take full advantage and go for a long walk around my neighborhood. That’s where Tuesday found me.
Before I headed out, the sun was shining brightly—beckoning me to join her, her rays whispering, “Come join me!” So I did. But as soon as I started walking, the sun disappeared. Still, I wasn’t about to let that stop me. I was determined to hit my 10,000-step goal. Somewhere around my fourth or fifth lap around the neighborhood (it usually takes about 8–10 laps to hit my goal), it started to drizzle.
Now, I knew it was supposed to rain—but I assumed it would happen later in the afternoon, after my walk. I stood there for a couple seconds debating: should I go home or tough it out? I mean, the weather app did say it would only last a few minutes. Fortunately, I had a hoodie on—it shielded me from the light pitter-patter of the rain. It wasn’t pouring, and I was committed. So, I kept going.
After a few minutes, the rain stopped. Not long after, the sun reappeared—shining even brighter than before. I couldn’t help but smile and give her a little wink. I had made it to the other side of the neighborhood just in time to bask in her warmth
Right now, in my life, I’m learning to embrace the rain—whether it’s a drizzle or a torrential downpour.
Let me tell you—driving through a storm is not fun. But if you want to get to where you’re going, you’ve got to push through it safely and steadily. I remember last year; I went on a road trip with my siblings and a friend. I drove a large portion of the way—one of my first long-distance drives. (Mind you, I had just gotten over my highway anxiety a few months earlier!) And of course, it poured like there was no tomorrow. But I didn’t let it scare me. I stayed calm, focused, and kept going. We had a destination, and I was determined to get us there. (Very proud of myself for that one!)
What I’ve realized is: Yes, the rain will come. But it doesn’t last forever. Sometimes you just have to go through the storm to get to the sunshine.
In elementary school, I learned the little rhyme:
“April showers bring May flowers.”
It was a simple way to help us understand that even the gloom serves a purpose. Without rain, we wouldn’t get the vibrant beauty that blooms in spring.
One of my dearest friends always tells me how much she loves the rain. She says, “Whenever it rains, I think of it as showers of blessings.”
Now if I’m being honest, I’m not really a rain-lover (surprise, surprise). It can be disruptive and downright irritating. But ever since she shared that perspective, I’ve been trying to shift mine. I find myself whispering “Thank You, God” even on rainy days, believing that maybe, just maybe, He’s sending blessings through those clouds.
In the last year, I lost my job and lost a friendship with someone who meant the world to me. It was—and sometimes still is—devastating. I never imagined I’d be in a space where I’m still unemployed and navigating a new reality without that friend.
But I’ve allowed myself to get wet. I’ve sat still in the storm, letting the tears fall like rain. And I’m so glad I did—because now, I’m starting to see the sun peek through again.
Joy is returning to my life, and to my face. A few weeks ago, I talked about how “tumors” (both literal and figurative) can distort how we see ourselves and our situations. I had to sit with those tumors, feel all the emotions, all while the rain poured down around me.
Because I allowed myself to feel, to cry, to sit in it, I now have a joy that words can’t quite explain.
For the past few weeks, each night before bed, I read Psalm 91 aloud and pray. This Psalm reminds me of the safety and peace that comes from abiding under God’s wings.
You know something about God? He’s like an umbrella—or in my case, a hoodie. When it rains, He covers you. But that doesn’t mean you won’t still get a little wet. Just because you feel the raindrops doesn’t mean God isn’t protecting you. Sometimes, those drops are necessary reminders that something has shifted—and that it’s time to move, pivot, or grow.
In those moments, you can either run back to your comfort zone—or you can keep going, knowing that you’re covered, knowing that the sun will shine again.
One of my favorite Bible verses about waiting is from Psalm 27:13-14:
“I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”
I know the sun will come out again.
I know better days are ahead.
I know this because of the One who sits on the throne.
He never promised it wouldn’t rain. But He did promise to be with us through every storm—and to lead us out.
In my devotion this morning, I was reminded of Acts 27, where Paul was shipwrecked on his way to Rome. While everyone else on the ship was terrified, Paul remained calm and assured them that God had promised him that not a single hair on their heads would be touched. Despite the chaos of the storm and the shipwreck, God’s promise held true—they all survived. God covered them.
I don’t know what kind of rainstorm you might be facing right now, but if I can offer you anything, it’s this: let yourself sit in it. Let the rain fall down. Let it wash over you.
Remember that old Hilary Duff song, Come Clean?
Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams
Let it wash away my sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder, I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down—I'm coming clean.
Sometimes, getting soaked is the only way to feel alive again.
And about that classic song Singin’ in the Rain—I used to never understand it. Why sing in the rain? Why not just wait for it to stop? But now I get it. That song isn’t just about literal rain—it’s about joy in the middle of life’s mess. It’s about choosing to smile, dance, and keep moving forward, even while it’s still raining.
I’m not just walking in the rain anymore. I’m learning to sing in it-because with God by my side, I know I can weather anything- and you can too.
Love always,
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