Thursday, June 16, 2011

Let It Rain

photo © Michael Jastremski
for openphoto.net
There were thunderstorms overnight. Given our extreme drought, they were very welcomed. As I drove to the office this morning, a flood of reflections washed through my mind. Without a great deal of polish, I present them here.
  • As soon as the lightning and thunder began, I saw the light across the hall come on. I knew #1 son would soon make his way to our room. Sure enough, he crawled over us and snuggled in for the rest of the night. When storms come in our lives, it's good to have a place of comfort and people who we trust to reassure us that all is well. He went back to sleep. I did too - well, sort of.
  • There was much debris in the streets this morning. I noticed that it was especially heavy under trees. Leaves, limbs that had died under the stress of drought, and fruit had fallen under the power of the wind and rain. I was reminded that the dead parts of my life are often stripped away when trials come. Wouldn't it be less painful to recognize those parts and shed them away when not under duress?
  • Where leaves and limbs and thatch have accumulated in lawns, they were now piled in little waves of debris marking the high water mark. Lying hidden in the grass, it was revealed in the flood. When the storm and flood comes, the trash in our lives is often piled up. Better to keep it cleaned up before the storm comes.
  • It seemed as if the grass was a little greener this morning. When you are parched, it doesn't take much water to sate your thirst.
  • David Platt, pastor of the Church at Brook Hills, made the following statement in a podcast I was listening to as I drove: "short-term circumstances are poor measurements of the long-term character of God." When the storms come, don't be overwhelmed. Even in their aftermath, be assured that you are not left alone. In the timeline of the eternal, our storms are microseconds.
The PsaImist said: I remember the days of old; I meditate on all You have done; I reflect on the work of Your hands. I spread out my hands to You; I am like parched land before You. Psalms 143:5-6 (HCSB)

Let it rain.

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