Let Your glory fall as You respond to us
Flood into our thirsty hearts again
Tonight I had the opportunity to sing to 4 guitars, a ukulele and a banjo in the middle of the rotunda in Martha Miller. Gathered around were 20 or so students who for some reason or another were sticking around campus. The beautiful thing was that as we started to sing this song it started to pour outside. The lightening shot, the thunder cracked and the rain drops began to slide down the windows.
When I made my way outside I couldn’t help but let out a joyful laugh at the sight of flooded streets. Flooding can be a beautiful thing for our hearts
Flooding begins with a new source of water. There is never stagnant water that just decides to multiply itself, but instead a new source is revealed. A new source comes and generously dumps water. Of course, this water is not just trickling at a meager pace; oh no, instead it rushes out. It’s like the water can’t wait to move, it relishes to be released, to finally stretch its legs and run.
Have you noticed that flooding always brings to the surface what seemed to be stuck? As my head started to drip from the cold water, I noticed leaves, trash, a few branches; all being brought to the surface. If I wanted, I could easily pick out the trash, sift through the leaves, or poke at the branches that had surfaced.
As my lips sang “You’ll Come” my heart focused in the One that not only brings the rain, but who also pours out His spirit. As I stepped out into the night, the flood water had taken over large sections of the street, multiply portions of sidewalk and much of the grass. I was shocked at how fast the water had collected, how quickly it flooded.
This flood brings new life.
This flood brings to the surface all of the dead things around us.
This flood is always eager to run, always longing to be released, and always desiring to move.
This flood is my God.