Color Me Aqua.

It has been raining for the past three days and i have seen just about every kind of rain there is. We have had mists, sprinkles, pouring, and flat out monsoons. It made me think of the different kinds of storms or seasons in my life lately.
Some have been like the misty rain. Soft, light, sweet. Those are the sweet times, the memories you hug to and let roll through your mind every so often, taking them out to relive them again for a moment.
Other days are like the steady, pouring rain. Those days are constant, not all good or all bad, just...there. They just are. They are the times we don't feel overly passionate or deeply depressed. We are steady.
And some days all full fledged monsoons. They have the roaring water, howling wind, lightening, thunder, hail.
Those days just crash down right in front of you and threaten to bring you down with them. You feel yourself growing weary from the constant blast of water and feel your knees weaken from the wind. Those storms are the toughest, but those storms are the character builders. They don't awe you with their beauty or calm you with their gentleness. They grow you. They strengthen you.
We may like the misty, rainy days better or the steady pour once in a while, but all of the storms are necessary. They each have a purpose and they fulfill theirs. We also have a purpose and God creates or allows storms in our lives of many kinds for many purposes. I may like the mist better or the sunshine the best, but if God who knows my beginning and end sees fit to give me the hard storms and thinks it is good, then I will see them as good. My daddy always knows best. He is always good.