Recently it has been raining a lot in Alabama.
April showers bring May showers??
In fact the other day there was torrential down pour as I was frantically trying to get to the Montgomery Prayer Breakfast.
I had anxiety about what I was wearing, how I looked, and for alllll my curly headed ladies out there, we all know that when it rains outside, you hair is a hopeless cause.
I rushed through the house, down the interstate in horrible traffic and blinding rain, and found a parking spot.
I had to meet my husband there and I frantically got out of my car.
My rain coat hood wouldn’t go completely over my head , to which I later realized was because my side sling purse was weighing down a side of it.
I grabbed an umbrella and used it for extra strength as I ran down the hill of Dexter Avenue.
Halfway down the hill I went to grab my phone to call my sweet, selfless husband and realized it was in my car.
I was already frantic because I was on the verge of being late, I was in a terrible storm, I was soaking wet, I had NOTHING together…. you know those mornings.
I started running back to my car for my phone so that I could find my husband efficiently, without stress, HA!
As I was running towards my car, I crossed the street in front of a LOT of traffic and my umbrella flipped inside out, my dress blowing in a million directions, and the only thing I could do was talk to myself saying , “Do NOT have a panic attack, you are fine, do not panic, you will NOT have a panic attack today, you are okay, this is rain, those are strangers, if you are late the world will survive, in fact Laura you will survive, do NOT have a panic attack.”
I got my phone, found my husband, and probably gave the large crowd of people blissfully sitting in their morning commute traffic a big laugh.
I still hurried to the breakfast trying to escape the rain that had flooded my day.
I raced through it.
I panicked through it.
I struggle with anxiety a lot of days.
So rain never helps an anxious driver, a person who doesn’t want to be late, a person who doesn’t feel put together.
As I reflected on those moments this morning I laughed because how HILARIOUS did a 5’11, frizzy headed, woman look running through downtown Montgomery talking to herself??
But as I reflected the Lord stopped my thoughts and said, “My rain is a symbol of my spirit in your life. Stop running through it, somedays it’s worth getting soaked.”
I imagined standing in that rain.
I imagined getting soaked by the Holy Spirit.
I also saw a picture in my mind of myself standing there, talking myself out of a panic attack best that I could and realized that Jesus was there with me.
When my hair was imperfect, when I was all out of sorts, when anxiety had decided to be a companion, Jesus was there.
Holy Spirit was pouring down.
And even then, I was soaked by His presence.
Even when anxious thoughts suppressed my ability to even have a clear thought,
He was there.
This weekend, rain or shine.
Take a moment to soak these words and let Heaven drench you.
“And the King granted me what I asked, for the good hand of my God was upon me.”
Happy Wishful Weekend.
Do incredible things.