I feel like for the past couple months I have been in a fog. The rain and weather has not helped very much. At least we have more daylight now! A few days of sunshine and then bam, back to looming grey skies and ominous rain puddles.
When the rain comes, I grow sleepy, unmotivated, and often ruins my plans. It certainly isn’t great when you’re trying to get something done outside and you need sunny skies to accomplish it. I really don’t love it when my dogs come in plastered with mud after rollicking in all the holes they dug. Sure, rainy days are great for cuddling up with a book, or watching a beloved film. But when I planned to be productive? All hope lost.
While most of the time I don’t enjoy rainy days, I do know they are necessary and essential to growth. Without rain, we wouldn’t have a garden bounty, or beautiful flowers. It also cleanses and restores. But just like all necessary things, we don’t always enjoy them all the time.
I also equate the rainy and gloomy cloud season with tough, dreary seasons of life. I’ve seen seasons of brokenness when the rain would not stop coming, dumping all over me. This current season is more like a frustrated, waiting season. Where I’m just waiting for more consistent blue skies. It’s about patience, learning to rest on those rainy days, accomplish what I can in the rain, but not be too upset about the things we couldn’t get to. These tougher seasons on my mind and body are not altogether pleasant, but necessary.
I know the flowers are coming to bloom soon. I’ve seen glimpses already. I’ve felt days of warmth on my skin, but my sweatshirt stays at the ready for the cold fronts that keep lingering. Brighter days are coming, with what I know will be several rain showers scattered throughout, but brighter nonetheless.
The sun will lift the fog of my mind, warm my mood, and lighten my heart from the worries. My overcast season will soon end, and my drooping energy will bounce back with the change of the season.
Isn’t it amazing what our God created? The change from winter to spring is a miracle within itself, and I change with it.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.” -Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Father God, as I learn more about your traits, the ones that solely belong to you and the ones we can share, I am in awe of You and Your power. I know my mind is incapable of understanding all parts of You, but I thank you for the lessons you give, the Scripture in a love letter you gifted us, and the seasons of life (and calendar) where you stay with us no matter what. Thank you for this life you have given me, the rain you send as a reminder to receive rest, and for Your hand to guide my path. Although I may not understand or know all it may bring, my heart is excited for this next season You are bringing.
Mirror, Mirror 