Sometimes you wake up to see the sun rise and are met with darkness, clouds, a downpour of rain off in the distance. 


Sure, it’s not what I rubbed sleep out of my eyes to see, but the downpour left me wanting a drenching of my own- a Holy Spirit sort of reminder of who I am, who my Father says I am. And so, I listened while the wind blew and the waves crashed. 

My expectation was to be dazzled by color, drawn to praise. 

Instead, I was quieted by the storm, drawn to repentance. 

Unexpected. Good. 

Twenty-four hours later, my eyes appreciated the beauty of the sun rise in a new way, in a deeper way. My soul could process the beauty differently because of the clouds. 


1 Comments on “when the unexpected is good”

  1. Perfect! I’d think you wrote this for me!!
    Braiding hair……who would’ve thought❤

    Sent from my iPhone

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