This morning I was reminded of when I was a teenager, of how I would enjoy a rainy day. I would open my mom and dad's window and turn the classical music station on. Their bed was in the corner up against the wall that had the window that I opened...so it was a treat to lay at the foot of the bed and enjoy the view.
The rain would fall almost rhythmically along with the music...Sometimes the clash of thunder would demand to be heard....but I was never afraid. The smell of the earth-scented drops, the splashing of the puddles as people and cars moved through them, and the brightness of everything being washed.....brought a peace to my being.
But today, I found myself wondering why I don't have the same curiosity for the storms of life. Is it that I don't get to lay back and watch it all happen....that I now have to be "out in the storms"?
Oh that I may again rejoice at the falling rain....may I learn to dance in the rain and sing with the robins....for soon everything will be as if it were a new start.....may the tears from the pain give me a new angle at which I see things...may I see them as God sees them looking at me through His "window".....may I take delight and be thankful for the life I have been so blessed with!
Tomorrow is a new day and storms are just passing through, but the sun/Son is always there...