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“…and he was drenched with the dew of heaven, until he learned that the Most High God rules over the kingdoms of the world…” Daniel 5:21
Indian summer held on tight wrapping it’s humidity around us like a wet blanket as we sauntered to class through the tree-tunneled path around the pond. I felt my bobbed curls—the ones that took me twenty minutes to unfurl—coil up like Shirley Temple’s locks (but not so cute), making me wonder why I hadn’t submitted to their natural tendencies.
Then, rain came—slowly, at first—one gentle drop after another. It was almost melodic watching the rain drops create rings across the pond. Then the melody turned dark and the heavens opened just as we emerged from the tree tunnel.
She laughed and slowed.
I cry-screamed and darted.
Then, looking back at her through fogged-up glasses I yelled, “Are you crazy? We’re gonna get soaked!”
“I LOVE getting drenched by the rain,” she giggled back at me. “It makes my hair so soft.”
I tried enjoying it, partly because I thought maybe I was missing something, but mostly because I didn’t want to be rude and leave her behind.
I hated it. Soggy made me feel undone and ugly.
Sometimes that’s just the posture God wants from us—undone and ugly—because that’s where we’re most vulnerable and teachable. It’s those times when we’re most undone that our God ears hear and our God eyes see.
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