The rain is a soothing lullaby,
To my anxious and harried heart.
It forces me to slow down,
To remember.
I miss too much when I am rushing.
I mistakenly equate my productivity,
With exclusive good.
I forget there is a choice.
“My forgetter is getting better,”
My grandpa used to say.
He was right.
And I forget so much.
I forget that my attitude, my reactions are a choice.
I can choose not to say everything I think.
I forget that relationship is more often built in slow moments,
Where there is space to live and breathe, listen and observe.
I forget that the Lord is far more interested
In the state of my heart than the way I appear to others.
I forget that my own hurts and burdens pale in comparison to the gift of himself.
The cool rain that soaks the ground
Is a gentle reminder of your providence,
That I can trust that good will still come,
Even if I can’t see how,
That just as you nourish the ground,
So will you sustain my soul.
And here in the gentle music of rain,
May I hear your still quiet voice,
And let that voice lead me forth each step until I reach home.
I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living!
Wait for the LORD;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
wait for the LORD!
~Psalm 27:13-14
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