The rain has finally come to Texas. At the end of a long hot dry summer (although not as long, hot, or dry as last years) rain has come to soak the ground.
And Chico watches it from his crib. His toy cars run back and forth along that window sill and not a drop of rain dampens them.
It's because our house is well built with the correct materials. There's a firm foundation. The rain comes down and inside we are dry and safe, nearly unaffected.
This weekend the rain came down, not just outside, but in me. Parts of my spiritual house were rained on and I found they weren't built as well as I had thought. There were leaks that caused tears to flow. And my shelter is not complete. I hear His words. I believe His words. But I am still learning to put them into practice.
How about you?
“Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I say? As for everyone who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice, I will show you what they are like. They are like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete.”