Evening comes early on this gray, cold, and rainy day. I can
hear it. The steady, hushed patter of raindrops hitting the pavement outside. Some are lightly slapping the leaves of trees near my window. It’s a
comforting sound, quiet and consistent and natural. I imagine sitting under the
eaves, wrapped in a warm, dry blanket. I am listening to the drops; feeling and breathing
the cool, moist air; smelling the fragrance of the soil and plants and pavement
mixing with the water. I could sit for hours like this...
Except that I cannot,
because life’s demands and responsibilities don’t allow such immobility for
long. Or perhaps I don’t allow myself this time - I am programmed to complete, to
accomplish, to produce, to resolve.
This robotic state of productivity, however, can only
continue for so long until my soul becomes tired and hungry. Hungry for union
with my mystical, ever-present, ever-caring Source. The One that makes the rain
and earth it falls upon; including the small birds that hide cleverly under leaves and intertwining
branches. I know they’re there. I want to sit with them and be as they are:
silent and watchful as God speaks in the gentle language of the rain. It is, for me, a
compelling invitation to think; to be embraced in security which the world can never
provide; to be part of a goodness more vast than even human love.
We are all like those
little birds and animals that bow to the larger forces, taking shelter from the
rain and hopefully listening for the eternal.
It is in these soothing, peaceful, warmly-wrapped moments
that my empty soul is fed. Connection to the spiritual is as vital to me as
rain is to all life’s creation. Let me dwell here until I am full, and thank my
Creator for His bountiful whispers of love. They are always there, waiting for me to become quiet enough to hear them. Hunger feels raw and bleak and painful, but I know it is a true gift. If I did not have it, I would not seek the only thing that can fill it.
Amen sister. He is our only Refuge. Have you read "Jesus Calling"?
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