I woke up today to rain. More rain. Heavy thick drops. Falling on my roof. Falling on my windows. Falling everywhere. I went to the window, putting my finger on the blind and pushing it down to see for myself. There is was, all laid wet before me. Rain fell from every corner of the sky, painting the world with cold and gray. I am so tired of the rain. It is cold. It is wet. It is uncomfortable. More rain. So much more than rain.
As I looked out that open blind, I looked to see the damage of the weather. But rather than noticing damage, I could only see the bush. The bush I had looked at a thousand times before but never seen. The bush I had taught myself to look through rather than to look at. The bush that never before held significance, and yet now held all the significance of the world. It wasn’t just a bush. Or maybe to me it was. But for those birds, it was so much more. It was a haven, a home, a safe place. And there they sat. Inside. Some huddled, some on their own, pulling their wings in as close as they could, settling down inside that bush, away from the storm and enduring the rain. Beautiful birds of all sorts of varieties. Faded ones, gray ones, red ones, blue ones. Some were beautiful, some not so much. But they all sat in the same beared down squat, waiting out the storm, taking the drops as they came, and when they needed to, shaking off the water. No fear, no anxiety, no frustration. They sat and endured. They waited and shook off. And the drops came, and sometimes it fell soft, and sometimes it didn’t. But the birds didn’t move. Because in that bush they were sheltered, and that was all they needed.
And I sat there, much too long than I had time for. I sat and I sat. I watched the birds and as I watched I saw a lesson unfold in my mind. Look at the birds. Are you not of more value than they? He sheltered them. It doesn’t mean they didn’t feel the rain. It doesn’t mean they didn’t get the blow of the wind. But they had no need to fear. They endured. They withstood the blows. They shook off the rain. Because in that Bush, that all branches and no leaf bush, they were protected. They were safe. They were encompassed, enveloped, held. And nothing was so strong it was going to knock them out of the bush. It wasn’t always comfortable, and it wasn’t always enjoyable, but it was always safe. Always, always safe. So they took the drops, and when they got too wet, they shook it off. And they endured the wind, and when the wind got too strong, they beared down into the branches, and let the bush take the brunt of it.
I am so tired of the rain. It is wet. It is cold. It is uncomfortable. More rain. It is so much more than rain. Because the drops that fall from life can be hard. They can be thick and loaded. They can be uncomfortable. And the wind that blows can be strong. Knock us off our feet strong. And it is always more. More rain. It is always so much more than rain. But those birds. Those birds He loves. They teach us so much. In all of their varieties, all nestled together in the same holding place. Because they are we and we should be there. Nestled in, ready to endure, but holding no fear. Holding no anxiety. Holding no frustration. Because yes the drops will fall, and yes the wind will blow, but in the end, we were never meant to take the brunt of it. For surely he took our pain, and bore our suffering, yet we considered Him punished by God, stricken by Him and afflicted. He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him. It was on Him. Our punishment, the punishment that brought us peace was on Him. And by His wounds we were healed. By His wounds we are healed. Not by ours, but by His.
I am not safe because I have the power to endure the rain, I have the power to endure the rain because I am safe. I am not strong because I can withstand the wind. I can withstand the wind because He is strong. He took my punishment. He takes my pain. And no matter how thick the drops become, the punishment that brought us peace was on Him. Always and forever. Just like that bush took the brunt of the storm, so does He for me.
Therefore, I will give Him a portion among the great. And He will divide the spoils with the strong. Because He poured out His life, He poured out His life! He poured out His life unto death and was numbered with the transgressors. For He bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
All for me. All for you. All to give us hope, a home, a safe place.
The drops are thick and in their fullness they fall heavy. But we have no need for fear. We have no need for pain. We have no need for anything but Him. For nestled in Him we are safe. Nestled in Him we are saved.
Settle in, Beloved. Settle in deep. And let Him to whom all praise is due, let Him keep you.
Matthew 6:26 | Isaiah 53: 4-5| Isaiah 53:12