Simultaneously as the final drops of our past pour out, the drips of our future spill from the sky. Rain. The sound of rain drenching the desert intermingles with the memories of missions in the drizzly rain forest.
And the downpour refreshes our desert rose. A secret to my Happy Dance, splashes with every drop. Our minds can cause us to linger in the past. I choose to dance in the rain of today.
"Forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize ...." - Philippians 3:13