{"id":48,"date":"2005-10-24T17:24:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-24T17:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianmashburn.net\/?p=48"},"modified":"2005-10-24T17:24:00","modified_gmt":"2005-10-24T17:24:00","slug":"god-over-the-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brianmashburn.net\/?p=48","title":{"rendered":"God Over the Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005><font size=3>&#8220;I will  rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and  gather enough for that day. In this way I will test them and see whether they  will follow my instructions.&#8221; &#8212; The Mighty God<\/font><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial><span class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005><font size=3>&#8220;He  causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous  and the unrighteous.&#8221; &#8212; Jesus, speaking of the the Mighty  God<\/font><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005><font  size=3><\/font><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005><font size=3>&#8220;The  abundant life does not come to the wise because &#8216;the weather that God sends him  is good&#8217;. The abundant life comes to the wise because he knows that the God over  the weather is with him.&#8221; &#8212; Yours Truly<\/font><\/div>\n<p><\/span><\/font> <\/p>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>It was Wednesday  morning, and my son, Shade, who is in Kindergarten asked his mom if he could go  to school after the bell rang. Upon probing, Shade said that the day before some  big fifth grader had &#8220;touched him on the shoulders&#8221;. I was watching the news  about Hurricane Wilma, the most powerful hurricane ever seen in recorded  history, when mom told me, I decided to escort Shade in to class rather than  just dropping him off so that I could kick some fifth grader&#8217;s  butt.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>Instead, I escorted  him in and took him to Mrs. Hill and had Shade tell her so that she would be  aware of the potential problem. While I was in there, Mrs. Hill showed me a pile  of Shade&#8217;s work that I didn&#8217;t get to see the night before at Open House. I stood  alone in her class flipping through his writings, his work, and his  illustrations. Mrs. Hill had written titles for each illustration that were  given to her by Shade after he drew them. I got to one of those sheets of manila  paper with a couple of cool pictures on it. The titles floored me.  <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>One was called &#8220;God  over the rain&#8221; and the other was &#8220;Dad alone with God&#8221;. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>I had no immediate  introspective epiphany or anything, but I just sat there looking at the  pictures&#8230;then at the titles&#8230;then and the pictures. Something was happening  to me that was hard to describe. It involved joy, but not from just one source.  I had joy because these pictures are obviously somewhere inside of my son. I had  joy because my son, who has tons of pictures inside of that imaginative heart of  his, when choosing to draw anything, chose to draw those. I had joy because of  the truth that was contained in them that is bigger than the pictures  themselves, and bigger than Shade (or I) consciously knows. I also had  wonder&#8230;and it, also, was not from just one source. I wonder at how these  pictures got inside my boy. I wondered what&nbsp;it meant that they are in  there.&nbsp;I wondered why I was standing there experiencing them on this day.  And I was grateful&#8230;and yes, for more than one thing. I was grateful that my  boy has those pictures in him, grateful he expresses them, grateful for sense of  wonder and awareness and curiosity it gave me for the day.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>A few hours later,  Doyle, my friend and the worship leader&nbsp;I work for&nbsp;(and sometimes  with), came in and said the word &#8220;Immanuel&#8221;.&nbsp;I knew that he was suggesting  this&nbsp;particular name&nbsp;of Jesus (which means &#8220;God with Us&#8221;) as the focus  of that night&#8217;s devotion,&nbsp;which was great, but also did me&nbsp;some  serious good personally in conjunction with what I was listening for because of  Shade&#8217;s pictures.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>I know there is a  mighty God, the God over the Rain, more powerful than the most awesome forces of  nature that humanity has ever or will ever see. And my life has been and still  is a longing to know that Mighty Being, to be special to Him, to matter to Him,  to&nbsp;love Him, and to be with Him. And I have done many, many things&#8230;good  and bad, and mostly ineffective&#8230;to get to Him. But today, God has reminded me  personally&#8230;through my son, through the weather, through my work, and through  my friend&#8230;that it is HE who longs to be with ME. And that He wants it, has  done it, and is doing it. He is Immanuel. He is with me. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>I didn&#8217;t even have  to slow down and reelect on it to know and remember instantly what direct,  practical effect it has on me to know this either. He showed me right in the  same experience of my son. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>My son, who showed  some signs of hesitation (but not defiance or&nbsp;paralyzing fear) about  wanting to go to school before the bell rang, stopped even thinking about the  5th grader as an issue to be dealt with when I told him that I was coming into  class. Instead, his attention turned fully and joyfully and passionately to that  single&nbsp;fact&#8230; that his dad would be with him. His hesitation that he most  assuredly, I&#8217;m convinced, could have and would have &#8220;handled&#8221; on his own as he  went where he had to go was replaced by excitement, confidence, and eagerness to  just go, because his dad was with Him.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>That&#8217;s exactly what  happened, and what happens, to me. I only rarely experience outright defiance or  paralyzing fear. I think my Enemy knows by now that I turn shamelessly and  dependently to God in the face of those situations. He now challenges me with  small things, that just make me hesitating, to get me to appeal to my Self to  &#8220;be strong&#8221; or come&nbsp;up with some strategy to &#8220;deal with the problems&#8221; on my  own as I go where I have to go. But when I live fully present in the reality  that the powerful God Over the Rain is with me, I can&#8217;t even see the problems I  get so excited to just go&#8230; with excitement, confidence, and eagerness&#8230;simply  because God is with me.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=184354919-20102005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=184354919-20102005>So  simple.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. 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