We were worshipping in a park. And as i looked up into the trees i saw little hands in the branches grabbing at the sky. And behind them were the heaviest rain clouds i had ever seen.
This is us. God wants to rain down on us. And we need to catch his love. More then that, we need to be drenched, soaked, overwhelmed with his love.
Because if don’t, if we aren’t we will get dry, so dry, until our fingers cease to work.
We were made for it.