Singing in the Rain*
I'm not quite sure what got into me that rainy Wednesday afternoon, but with all whimsical determination I thought I'd dig up the old light trench coat and strap on some boot-like footwear.
There I was, a little late to my original plans for the day, and the sudden downpour dictated another change in my course. Yes, there was still time to turn back, suit-up for the situation, I thought. Why get soaked?
Maybe channeling the attire of that foggy city was an act of claiming and declaring that trip mine. Never mind that I'd look a little strange in the tropics.
Then again, not everything makes complete sense in the moment-as-experienced, and there are many divine acts that defy conventional human logic.
Eight years ago, I was the picture of a girl who carried an umbrella, a song and a smile, come rain or come shine. And somehow over time, without my understanding, that song fell to a faint hum and the smile sagged to a stretched limit. My umbrella protested against the torrential beating, and soon it was no longer enough to grin through gritted teeth.
As I wore a part of that storied ensemble once again, this time with renewed purpose, I realized the rain was much reduced, but with still enough precipitation to justify my seemingly frivolous garb.
There truly is wisdom in waiting for God's perfect timing, in knowing when to retreat and rest in Him, until such time one is called to rise again, equipped to face a new season.
Once accustomed to the rhythms of the blessed rain, I trust enough to follow wherever His clouds may roll.
And so I went, onward with my walk, my feet safe and dry, pattering through the remaining puddles; my coat allowing just enough cool air to permeate and touch my skin.
Then washing over me, this unfolding story of the past year--all the events that took place, all the people who came my way, whether it made sense to me or not--how beautiful it all appeared to me now. He has brought me to this moment, to this mundane but all-important errand--photocopying a stack of documents. A stroll down to Block 202 has never been this enlightening.
As one of my favorite songs** goes, "every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven, don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?". But you see, this isn't just spare change I'm singing about, the Lord is far too generous for that.
And I'm just slightly ashamed to trot out this apt cliche-- but when it rains, it most certainly pours.
My heart, it bursts. My soul, He stirs.
For here I am, a thousand blessings deep and overflowing.
*May I sing forever of Your love, O Lord. This is hopefully the start of chronicling with increased faithfulness the wonder of finding You in every moment of every day.
**"Pennies from Heaven" (music by Arthur Johnston, words by Johnny Burke)