I woke this morning to lightening, cool winds, and rain. The night storms reflected my week. My body delivered me a message with the morning light that it was tired, battered, exhausted, healing, and almost ready to go. The mixed bag of emotions, physical messages, and hope reminded me that we often live in the middles of a blues song. In the mix of daily living there are tropical rainstorms with frequent flash floods. Even those that think they are prepared are overwhelmed. The sun we so often crave can be hot and stifling. The very things that sustain life are linked with natural events that make it difficult. The difficulties are also the vehicles to hope and the future.
I find it difficult to always keep things in context. Knowing that the rain sustains the life and the abundance of green all around me is often forgotten in the immediate challenges in brings in adapting my commute routines, bringing an umbrella, and allowing enough time. Even the simple act of choosing different shoes to wear nurtures the sense of resentment. In my mind I know it is a good thing. My heart nags me with the reminders of how difficult the immediate can be. I long for the sun only to find a new set of annoyances when it arrives.
In the midst of the blues, God is a good kicking boy. Obviously Divinity is responsible for everything in my life. Clearly Divinity had a choice. Wise ones and those less so have complained like David; “Be kind to me, God; I’ve been kicked around long enough. Once you’ve pulled me back from the gates of death,” (Psalm 9.13) bring me back to health!
I do not have any easy answers. I do believe that God looks on all people equally – rain and sun do not discriminate. In the storm, I see flashes of the coming day. I know nature will grow through and with this storm. I hope for the time when it will have passed. There is hope, in your life and mine.