In the early morning hours we stood shoulder to shoulder at the kitchen window. With a knowing, we stood in silence. At almost a mumble, we talked about what it will be like to close this chapter in our lives. The financial piece of our life, coming around. Full circle. "Life is just a Wash" was my comment. We looked at each other. "Yep" seemed like an accurate statement. Reflecting that you go out of this world with as much as you have upon arrival. Now there's a wash.
I've spent some time today pondering the statement. Is it true? Is it negative? Is it heavy with emotion? I think about the rain as it washes, beginning in the clouds high above, cascading down, washing impurities from the air and off trees in a downward spiral. All the pollen, washed. All the leaves, cleaned to freshness. Hoping for saturation and enjoying the brief but relentless rain.
The day, uneven in mood and even more unpredictable. The happiness--seniors of the class of 2014, who have finished all their requirements, save the senior project day. The hurriedness of those students who are still working toward the "goal" that is within reach. The emotions of students with goals left on the table, frustration, with slumped shoulders.
The rain. It finally came. The rain, bouncing on the cement slab out the back doors. The metal roof, calling loudly to the gray skies above as if heavy with a thankful heart. I follow a blog of a woman in Canada. Today her blog read " Storms can come out of nowhere —- pain out of nowhere." It seems as though there are days when the cloudless sky is meaningless. When the sun can shine but the storm can rage. Those are the days for much preparation. Preparing for the storm comes from His word, His voice. Easy? Not even. Necessary. Most definitely.
"All sun can kill us and there are storms that bring the rains we need to survive." Aaaarrrggg. I'm still waiting for those results. The thankfulness after the storm I can see. The thankfulness for the storm.....that is going to take time.
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