Dear friends, I awoke Monday morning and discovered rain splashing against the window, slow and steady, a balm for the soul. I find that an occasional rainy day softens the hard places, leaving the air fresh, the dust washed away. Rainy days are meant for exhaling, for being still, a time to just breathe.
In recent days, we had rain of another kind, if you will. What’s the old saying, “When it rains it pours?” Before retiring for bed Thursday evening, I was just finishing up kitchen chores when I heard what sounded like the outdoor water faucet running outside the window, but The Man said he had not left the water hose on, so I let it go and went to bed.
But the next morning, The Man discovered a water leak in the wall. Luckily, nothing was getting wet inside the house, but still, the water had to be turned off and a plumber had to be called. The work turned out more extensive, and expensive, than we’d hoped, but such is life. I can tell you this: Living 36-hours without running water gives you a whole new appreciation for the pioneers.
By Saturday evening, all had been repaired, but Sunday morning brought more rain, if you will, when we discovered that the refrigerator was not cooling properly. The freezer was still freezing, but the refrigerator was just not getting it done. The Man tried home remedies but by Monday we could see the writing on the wall. A repairman was called, and after some minor work, all is well and humming again.
Don't misunderstand. I’m not complaining. At my age, I’ve learned how trivial such inconveniences are, compared to the big things in life. Saturday afternoon, I fixed a pot of chicken-and-dumplings and carried them to a longtime friend who could tell you a lot about the when-it-rains-it-pours adage. Burdened with sickness and health issues, one right after another, her family could really use a change in the forecast. I admire their faith and courage in the face of such hard times.
My twin sister recently lent me Max Lucado’s fine book, “God Will Carry You Through,” centered around the life of Joseph, with modern-day stories woven in, and it has given me fresh encouragement, while dealing with matters that bruise the heart. The account of Joseph, found in the Book of Genesis, is my favorite Old Testament story. I’ve read it hundreds of times and each time I'm moved and inspired by Joseph’s incredulous journey from the pit to the throne, and how all of the pieces had to be lined up, in order for things to fall into place, in order for Joseph’s dreams to be fulfilled, in order for there to be a reconciliation with his family.
Consider this: During the many years that Joseph waited for his dreams to be fulfilled, he was abandoned by his brothers, sold into slavery, falsely accused, cast into prison, where he was forgotten for two years. Before his dreams could be fulfilled, there had to be seven years of plentiful harvest, followed by seven years of utter famine. Yet I’m convinced Joseph never lost his faith, for throughout his journey we find this little sentence over and over: “And the Lord was with Joseph.”
Until next time, dear friends, no matter where circumstances find you today—waiting for rain, or waiting for it to stop—may you gain strength from the words of Max Lucado: “The forecast is simple. Good days. Bad Days. But God is in all days. He is the Lord of the famine and the feast, and he uses both to accomplish his will.”
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