The rains come, and so do the potholes. A fireman’s hose of rain penetrates through the weak asphalt, leaving a gaping hole, big enough to agitate an unaware driver. Small drops of water, so delicate and clear, turn into fault-finders when multiplied a thousand-fold. The Fountain of Life, sends His torrential rains of Love on us too, revealing our impurities, our weaknesses that we try to hide from ourselves. Steering around our sinfulness, we struggle to let go of our comfort zone. If we are vigilant, waiting for the Lord to direct our path, we will have safe passage through the bumpy shedding of our old self.
My son, do not despise the LORD’s discipline,
and do not resent his rebuke,
because the LORD disciplines those he loves,
as a father [disciplines] the son he delights in. ~ Proverbs 3:11-12