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Since approximately 4:30 this afternoon, it has been raining. Not drizzling, or spitting, or merely wet, but that committed, summer rain from a dim sky that soaks the earth and holds a promise of green things to come. If you tipped back your head and let it pour into your mouth and down your throat, you would feel the fullness and the weight of it, and you would know something about the nature of God, who pours down grace from the heavens that permeates our souls and freshens our spirits and makes us grow.
There are different kinds of grace, just as there are different kinds of rain. That light, blowsy cloud of tiny raindrops that webs your face like a cool caress - that is the lightness of His touch. The plummeting hail of the storm that splashes angrily onto the road is the flood of His justice and righteousness. And the summer rains are the floods of mercy that soak us through and through, soak us so thoroughly that we cannot escape them.
Have you stood under the cloud of His grace, and been soaked by His streams of mercy?
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