I learned something about myself. I find when stormy weather hangs on for awhile, that my soul is often unsettled, too. This has been the case with our most recent hot and humid weather pattern. This morning, it is quite pleasant with a cooler breeze and gentle light pouring itself across the landscape; a balm to my soul.
Remember the childhood nursery rhyme, Rain, rain, go away…come again another day? That nursery rhyme came into my head this morning when the rain was pelting against the sidewalk. That rhyme led me to think of songs that included rain. Immediately I thought of the following songs: Purple Rain, Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head, Let it Rain, The Sky is Crying, Fire & Rain, Crying in the Rain, Rainy Night in Georgia, Who’ll Stop the Rain. These are a handful of at least 100 popular songs that included rain in their lyrics. While we wait for the sun to shine, I am sure you can come up with some titles on your own.
After these hot and humid summer days, plants, trees and flowers welcome the falling rain. They drink its wetness as it refreshes their roots, leaves and buds. We find the rain refreshing, too.
As we celebrate today….parades, backyard BBQ’s, festivals, fireworks…..and pause to reflect on how blessed we are because of the freedoms we have in this country….let’s also reflect on what God has done for us. Psalm 105:5 – Remember the miracles God has done; remember God’s wonders and God’s decisions.
I always celebrate the astronomical change of seasons; usually with a prayer for the new season and giving special attention to the wildlife and plants in my backyard. Today marks the Summer Solstice…the longest day…slightly more than 15 hours of daylight. Amazing! As your day unfolds, make the most of the abundant gift of light.
I enjoy walking…especially early morning walks. When I walk early in the morning, it seems as though it is just God and myself – me talking and God listening; sometimes God talking and me listening – of course, usually surrounded by birdsong! Those moments ground me and fill my soul.
Referring to the balm in Gilead, our friend Jeremiah seems to promote the idea that spiritual healing for Israel and Judah was readily available through God. The Lord served as the balm that could totally heal and completely restore the pains and hurts of the nation. Our Lord still does that for us today.
I was thinking this morning as I was dodging the raindrops, that we would likely cancel our outdoor Memorial Service following worship. Once inside the church building, I shook off my coat and hung it up. For a moment, I laughed a little. Those rain drops were clinging to – resting’ – on my coat. While I was disappointed about canceling the outdoor service, I also knew how much we needed the rain of the past few days. In this case, each rain drop was a blessing. (referring to Psalm 90: 17a – May the blessings of the Lord rest upon us.) These thoughts led me to write the following…
The rain is falling gently now, well-past a stormy night; The shades of grey we see today, keep the sun from shining bright. Each day we take behind the other – the psalmist tells us so; That our hearts may understand the sweet blessings God bestows – even rain.
I stepped outside on my patio this morning to see if the wind was rushing through the trees. At 5:30am, it was not. But at this writing, there is a spirit breeze now sweeping through the trees and flowers. Come, Holy, Spirit, Come!