When It Rains, It Poors

Rain has characterized my week. Rain is a weird thing to me. I live in a place where it goes 2 years without raining at times and then will flood for a week or two solid. I have always hated rain. It is so gloomy and I dislike getting soaking wet for just going outside. I always say that when it rains, it poors. That has been true of the weather this week and my week in general. The weather has matched my feelings. I don't know that I have words to describe this week or words that would do it justice. Disappointment is too weak for somethings but fits just right for others. You ever have one of those weeks where you just wanna sleep and you are ready for each day to end before it even starts? That's been my week. God has been working on me so much this week. Working on me in letting go, in being incredibly honest, in patience, in thankfullness, and realizing that life isn't going to like I want, but He knows best. God's been teaching me about healing and reconciliation. I've been listening, but it's still not easy. Sometimes I just want to run from pain and not let Him heal it. That's where I am at. Amazing grace, that saved a wretch like me. Lord give me patience and understanding.