It looks like rain. Something we haven’t seen in our small town in months. My husband told me the old rancher guys would say, while drinking their coffee at the local gas station/diner, “We are one day closer to rain!”
We will welcome the relief from the blistering 110+ degree days.
The earth will drink up the must anticipated moisture, the air will be cleaned of the dust from the Sahara deserts and the creeks, stock tanks and rivers will flow with water for the animals.
We may miss this chance of rain today, but we will continue to hope, pray and wish for a gully washer to come our way.
Wishing for rain to make us feel better, to calm us, to relieve us, is a lot like wishing for better days ahead. We are sometime in a, you might call it, a drought, an uncertainty, a holding pattern in our own lives. I know that sometimes I get stuck in a holding pattern, a funk, thinking my hands are tied and can’t do anything about the situation. I am waiting for the rain to wash it all away.
But there are things I can do while waiting on the rain. I can still face the sky with wonder, watch nature with amazement and joy.
I can love the people close to me, hold on to them a little tighter, really listening to them and learn their story, laugh more, create more, stay calm, practice grace and dignity. Pray.
We were all made a promise and I look forward to that day.