Saturday, the rains came. For weeks, I had yearned for a rainy day, or a rainy night, and when it came, I exhaled. In the evening, I opened a window, picked up a book from the nightstand, and sat in my bed reading for the longest time. There’s something magical about the sound of rain falling, the scent of it in the air. It captivates me every time.
I feel pained to speak of rain in a positive light, as those to the east are dealing with historic rising flood waters; personal friends have escaped with their lives but maybe not much more. My neck of the woods knows what it’s like to deal with major flooding and my prayers are with those in harm’s way.
Please pray for the flood victims in Louisiana and surrounding areas. If you watch this video, you may need a Kleenex. Such devastation brings heartbreak and months and months of trying to restore and clean up the aftermath. Lives are never the same. The governor's latest estimate is that 10,000 people are in shelters and 20,000 have been rescued. The worst may not be over yet.
On Sunday, I received unsettling news, the kind of news that sends you to your knees in prayer. If I’ve learned anything at all in life, it’s that there is power in prayer. We don’t always get the answers we seek, but sometimes we do. Prayers are never wasted. We grow from them and find strength for the journey. One thing is sure: We can trust the One who leads the way.
As I wrote that sentence, I remembered so well one winter morning when my daughter was just a little girl. It was my day to driver her to school and, as usual, I cranked up the car and reached for her hand. "Let's pray, while the car warms up, Anna," I told her.
Closing her eyes, my daughter joined me in a simple prayer that went something like this: "Thank you Lord for all of your blessings, for waking us up this morning and for warm clothes to wear. I ask you to keep your hand on Anna today at school. Give her wisdom in her work and help her to be kind to others, Lord. In Jesus Name, Amen."
I backed down the driveway, and rolled to the stop sign at the corner.
"Mama," Anna said. "I could see Jesus while you were praying."
"I could," she said. "I could see Him putting His hand on me, and I could see Him walking in front of me."
My heart skipped a beat. For here was this little child who fully realized that Jesus must lead the way. She didn't see Him behind her or beside her, but walking in front of her, and therein lies a great lesson for us all: If Jesus is not leading the way, we’re on our own, but if He is leading the way, we have nothing to fear.
On a lighter note, if you don’t think a year makes a difference, just consider the two images of our darling Arabella below:
The one on the left was taken August 2, 2015; the one on the right on August 2, 2016. Oh, these precious days, here and then gone so soon. I'm squeezing all of the sweetness out of every single day that I can, making memories to last a lifetime.
Well, dear friends, I had intended to write more, but it is late Sunday evening as I write and I seem to be on empty. Until next time, thanks for keeping me company. It means ever so much.