My Rain in Spain

Spain was never my first choice. 

Never.

Make note of the word was in the first line.

Was.

Past tense.

Spain was never my first choice.

If given options, Spain isn’t the one I would have chosen.

This sounds harsh you say.

Why am I supporting you you question.

Take note again of the word was.

Take note of the word my.

No, Spain was never my first choice. 

But it was God’s.

He called. 

I said yes.

Maybe a bit unwilling at first.

More than a bit confused.

But I said yes.

There were tears.

There still are tears.

But I said yes.

Yes to Him.

Yes to the journey that didn’t day I landed foreign soil.

Yes to an adventure.

And adventures don’t come without their battles.

But there also bring their victories.

Yes to a life other than the one I dreamed possible.

Yes to a life full of trials and pain and confusion.  

Yes to a life full of smiles and laughter and surprises.

Yes to a life full of blessings in unthought of places.

Spain was never my first choice.

But a year after landing in this new land that phrase has morphed.

Because even if Spain was not or is not my first choice

God is.

God is always my first choice. 

Or God is who I always want to be my first choice.

And right now Spain is His first choice for me.

This is the calling.

This is the journey.

This is the adventure.

This is the life.

This is my life.

But really

This is the life I am trying to lay down.

And that is why I am here.

In Spain.

Doing things that I never imagined I wanted.

But learning I just might.

And this through my eyes (or sometimes through the lens of my camera)

As I try and gain His eyes in Spain. 

The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

But whoever wrote that did not travel to the plain.

Or only traveled to the plain in the winter.

But not this winter.

It has not rained yet.

Because often the plain is dry. 

But for me He is my rain in this dry land.

These writings

These pictures

all point to show of, to tell of, to paint the picture of 

My Rain in Spain