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Three Days of Rain
Margaret D. Woolington
He loves righteous and justice; the earth is full of the goodness of the Lord.
Psalm 33:5
Three days of rain in a leaking tent camper. This looks like a test, Lord. This morning as I stand under my dripping canopy, I recall this Psalm that says the earth is full of your goodness. But here I stand fretting as you pour out your goodness upon all creation in abundance. Why can’t I be thankful for your loving care that the earth and trees and shrubs are drinking in? Instead I smell damp towels and wet sheets as I add to the moisture inside with my tears.
This was a hurried trip, a frantic “getaway” desire on my part that started out with a lot of pressure and mixed up bungling. My husband resisted but I insisted. That should have told me something. But I haven’t gotten that silent listening for your still small voice inside quite perfected yet. You never force me to listen, you just wait until I stumble over my foolish ways and then you speak so clearly but ever so gently. That is why I can smell the musty odor from damp bedding and know you are right here in this mess with me. Your lessons always hit the mark, thank you that I can still see that. Thank you that there are no lectures or scolding words only this Kodiak moment that says it all. Oh Lord, help me to remember this day with a smile and a grateful heart because you are the perfect parent, my gentle savior.
I see the red maples and oaks that are putting on their fall colors, orange and yellow leaves waxed shiny with the rain. You, who provide rain for the thirsty ground and understand the timetable of trees and their seasons, also know the times of my life when I need to get outside myself and enjoy your goodness.
Prayer: Help me Lord to recognize you in everything. In seeing you my life is restored and I can move through each day by your grace.
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