Ah, the rain comes to parched North Texas. It has been so dry this past year, but many other springs have brought devastating floods to us. I have been a parched land, sneezing with all the pollen and unclean city air. I will go outside for a moment to let it fall on me and celebrate the cleansing waters.
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When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee; when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.
Isaiah 43:2
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