Reflecting His Light

The weather this week has been rainy and cool, but my soul has been drinking it up. How i have missed the rain in this dry land where snow is the most frequent precipitation and that not as often as one would imagine.
   I miss the sound of rain hitting my windshield full force like so many beats to a drum.. I miss the pitter patter of rain on the roof of our house and I never mind waking up to a thunderstorm. Most often I slip out of bed to go watch the lightning for a while.
    But in this part of China, I have learned to treasure rain and the rainstorms. Funny how life runs parallel to the lessons I learn in nature. He is teaching to treasure the rain. Sometimes the best beauty is found after the rain.
     After a trip into town today, I screamed in the taxi *literally* when I saw a rainbow stretched clear across the sky. His hope is so beautiful and his hope is so everlasting.

When I took a walk at sunset with camera in hand, it was His beauty splashed across the sky in pink and blue. He is more beautiful than I can fathom and he chooses to show us his beauty in these many and magnificent ways. He walks across the sky for us to see his lovely footprints. Glory be.
      As the birds were making low passes over the little river that flows through campus, it was again the message of reflection. We are to reflect his Light. We are water- His- poured out into broken and temporal vases and yet we have the power to restore because He is Living Water poured out through us. And we are His children, made in His image as being formed into his likeness just as water changes to Ice and Vapor. It is in being changed and accepting More of Him that we are most useful.
It is in reflecting His beauty that we are made beautiful.