“Do you know what rainbows mean ?” my little brother in law, just finished grade one, asked me. “They’re from God. It’s a promise that He’s never going to flood the world again.”
He said that two days in a row because we saw rainbows two days in a row. After the second time I realized that Someone was trying to get that message through to me.
The rain comes down so hard on my life. It’s pooling, congregating, flooding the land around me. I’ve swam for so long that I’m beginning to tire. But the rain keeps pouring. It certainly looks like He might flood me. I know God’s not going to flood the whole earth again, obliterate everything, everything. But more importantly, God is not going to flood me. He’s promised that too. He’s not going to send any more rain than I can swim in. He’s not going to make the puddles so deep that I can’t touch the bottom on tip toe occasionally, keeping my head above the water.
It’s sometimes hard to believe that and that’s why the wiseChild’s words were like a hammer pounding it into my hard head. He had faith -God promised Noah so of course He wouldn’t flood the whole world again. I’m jealous of his faith.
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