25 Straight Days…
of rain, that is. Western Washington is soaked. And there are no signs of it letting up. For that matter, I am soaked too. And I wonder, daily, if there are signs of things letting up in my life too.
You see, I have been hit hard by a dying car, an unreasonable credit union, a move, and ailing elderly parents. The rain has been falling steadily in my life. And I am ready for the warming rays of Spring. I know, I know, God is planting seeds and tending to them. The flooding in my life now will give way to lush green and fertile forests, brimming over with life and beauty. But for now, I am perturbed, and inundated.
One step forward, three steps back — it’s the theme of my life. And I am impatient for it to end. Yet God is infinitely patient with my impatience.ÂÂ
It’s profoundly difficult for me to envisage the sunshine right now. Yet God wants to lavish it on me, even during this dreary season of my life. Even in the cold, the rays strainthrough, giving an ever so slight view to the resplendence God has in store for me. It’s one day at a time.
For now, I am trying to focus on others, and what God might have for them. Somehow, I hope, I can be a blessing to those I run across in my life, even as I tread water. I spend a lot of time doubting this. God is keeping me bouyant, and it seems he is telling me he will take care of the cares of my life. It’s still a struggle to stay afloat.ÂÂ
This rain has got to let up, please, before it wreaks more destruction.
