“When He utters His voice,
There is a multitude of waters in the heavens:
‘And He causes the vapors to ascend from the ends of the earth.
He makes lightning for the rain,
He brings the wind out of His treasuries.'”
If you could be any natural disaster, what would it be?
None! I don’t really like them. But if I had to choose, I would be the rain. It can come as a drizzle or pour down as if out of the floodgates of Heaven, rushing forth like I can only imagine.
How far will you let me go? How abandoned will you let me be?
Rain, rain down, rain down Your love. I want to dance freely in it as it saturates my very being, right into my bones until I love you so much that I cannot even contain myself.
I love Your presence. King of wonders. I can only imagine. O my soul.