A fruitful day? I just heard the drip dripping of the rain

“There was a day when I died, utterly died — died to George Muller, his opinions, preferences, tastes, and will; died to the world, its approval or censure; died to the approval or blame even of my brethren and friends — and since then I have only to show myself approved to God.” George Muller, 1805 –1898, evangelist and philanthropist.

Mmm … things like that make for a bit of heart-searching and deep thought …..

Anyway, I have been wondering today: what has been the most fruitful day of my life as yet?  I have no clue but probably it was not one of those memorable, exhilarating days when you feel heaven is close and sense the Father’s comforting whisper... Much more likely it was one of those grey, drizzling days when quietly, unnoticed, I have had to die, to put a nail in the coffin of the self-importance that so wants to be something, to do something outstanding and special and to put on the mantle of a faithful servant who is happy just to do her master’s bidding and love and serve Him as well in the small as in the great.

Grey and drizzling, monotonous drip dripping of the rain – hidden-to-me but known to God - a rainbow arches the sky and the sun beams through with glorious promise…