Renewed Promises

In Cambodia, there are 3 seasons. Dry, Wet, and Monsoon. When my team went this past summer, we happened to arrive right during the transition period from the dry to rainy season. So the first two weeks we were there, we struggled with water shortage. Soon we ran out of water to flush with, shower with, brush teeth with, and eventually even to drink. In Cambodia, long periods of drought translates to no work, no food, and lots of waiting...for water from the heavens. Our team gathered every day to pray for water. And after two weeks, it rained, and it poured. My team leader said it was God's mercy, God's grace, manna.

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Before that summer, I never liked rainy days. The rain gets everywhere, it's cold, and it smells. But my mom always told me how much she loved the days after it rains--the skies are cleared, the air is crisp, and the dirtiness of earth is washed away.

I was instantly reminded of why my mom loved the days right after it rained as I stepped out of class and started walking home today. The sky was a beautiful blue without a cloud in sight and despite the biting cold, it was absolutely beautiful. It reminds me of the rainbow that God gave to Noah and his ark after 40 days of rainy storms. I feel like each day after it rains is a renewed promise that God gives us...a promise that He will never forsake us, or leave us. "See? Don't forget that I am still here, my arms are still around you, here is my promise to you"

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Your manna, Your promise.

Your grace is sufficient for me.