It is night. I sit, reclined with baby in arms, awake with my eyes closed. There is a slight give in the chair, and I bounce rhythmically to the sound of easygoing rain. Only glass between us, the sky-water patters near to the ears and the soul in the otherwise quiet house.
In and out of sleep, I consider how the wet and cold is not celebrated or desired, but is in every way, necessary. There is no lush ground anywhere that has not been sustained and drawn up by rain come down, no green that does not find its origin in merciful provision from heaven.
The problem with rain is the mud and the muck and the cold and the overall discomfort that it brings. Who likes stinging drops against the face in the rain and wind?
I recognize am not called to live a comfortable life, but one that is fruitful and marked by faithfulness, which sounds a lot less glamorous than the comfortable alternative. I struggle to lay down my pride and take up a humility that is beyond me, and order my life in such a way that my garden is well-tended. Consistent, constant, faithful, committed, thorough, invested, loving, patient, grateful. Jesus Himself, said that He did not come to be served, to but serve and give His life as a ransom for many. I hold those words to my heart and hope they sink in where I can learn to be the same kind of person, no matter the weather.
Here we are, rocking in the night rain, and I smile. The sacrifices are great, but the reward of faithfulness is greater still. There is goodness wrapped in the simplicity of obedience to the Lord, wherever He directs our paths, even when that journey requires more of us than we feel prepare to give, which has been me at many turns in the road.
Update on goals for week 5:
1) Run/walk at least 10 miles per week. Week 5 ~ 10.5 Run/Walk miles traveled, 55 cumulative in 2015
2) Write 10,000 words weekly. Week 5 ~ estimated 1,500 words completed, 18,500 cumulative in 2015
“The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.” Matthew 20:2
581. baby experiments: brushing one’s hair with a marker, 582. refreshing walk around the lake with my big girl, 583. big girl’s tenacity and schooling successes, 584. felt solar system project, 585. quiet hours, 586. fred-meyer finds, 587. the many ways God comforts, 588. wisdom found in tricky situations, 589. little boy’s prayers answered, 590. rhythms