Water, water, everywhere.
Water under here and over
there!
Don’t get me wrong, I
really enjoy remembering my baptism and giving thanks….
But 2 weeks of it in the
form of rain is about enough. If I wanted to live in such an environment I'd move to the Bayou!
It would be one thing if
it was a steady rain but these storms, they are a bit much.
Especially for my sweet
Chloe who has become an expert in the army crawl. You see, anytime it begins
to rain, she takes her position…under
the bed. Even if it is at 3 in the morning and I’m sound asleep, on her belly she goes and squirms and squeezes until only the tip of her tail sticks out!
Even now as I sit typing
this at By the Bean, someone commented, “How about this weather?” Which was
quickly followed up with, “But we shouldn’t complain. We could live in
California where water is scarce.”
As we lament the back-to
back-to-back days without the sun, we also pray for our brothers and sisters
near and far who are enduring a difficult drought. We pray that water will find
the dry lands where seeds have been planted and fruit will spring forth. May
God pour out Her mercy upon those who’s lips are parched and long to have their
thirst quenched.
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| “Life in us is like the water in a river.” ― Henry David Thoreau |
As for us, as we listen
to the rain fall and watch the water gather in puddles, as we groan at the
report more rain is on the way, may we take the time to be renewed, refreshed,
and cleansed by God’s healing rain. May the opportunities to sit and ponder the
showers of the summer lead us to a better understanding of God’s graces poured
out upon our lives. May we remember the words from scripture, as a deer longs
for living streams, as a weary traveler longs for the waters of life, so our
souls long for God. May God pour out God’s Spirit upon all creation so that
justice might roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
Sure, while rain may
dampen our plans, it is also a good thing that leads to life.
It also slows us down. It
reminds us of our belovedness. It is an invitation to payer, not only to give thanks and to pray for neighbors.
But also rain gives us time and space to care for our selves.
Rain is a time to tell stories and sing songs, to reminisce and to play.
What is your favorite
rainy day memory? What is something you like to do during stormy days?!
Have a good weekend,
everybody. Don’t forget your umbrellas!
I’m including a poem by
Carl Sandburg. You can find this poem among others in our library!
What is the name you called me?--
And why did you go so soon?
The crows lift their caws on the wind,
And the wind changed and was lonely.
The warblers cry their sleepy-songs
Across the valley gloaming,
Across the cattle-horns of early
stars.
Feathers and people in the crotch of
a treetop
Throw an evening waterfall of
sleepy-songs.
What is the name you called me?--
And why did you go so soon?
~Evening
Waterfall by Carl Sandburg
