truth be told, i could tell you more about rain than i could knowing your place.
although both subjects are close to my heart right now, talking about rain is easier.
because, sometimes knowing your place takes a lot more time and effort than you (i) want to put into it.
but, strangely enough, i feel like the two subjects go together for me right now.
you see, out here, rain and weather and the skies are a big deal.
when a storm is in the forecast, you sit up and take notice.
you watch the clouds, you notice the wind direction, and; you pray.
when we were at a recent community gathering, i sat back deep in thought as the speaker made an announcement about the dire forecasts for the afternoon, and how that could affect the events planned.
it was with a sense of reverence that every head was bowed and the prayer of ‘protect us from harmful weather’ was agreed upon.
while it may not affect others in this way, and maybe it’s just where i’m at in life right now, but it moves me deeply to come together in prayer and recognize God’s control and sovereignty over our lives as we ask Him to protect us from danger from the skies above.
maybe it’s just this thing of how the weather it is a common bond that unites us whether we want it to or not.
or, maybe it is a thing of recognizing that our place here on earth is only as God sees fit and in our recognizing His control over the weather, we in turn submit to Him for our very existence.
i think it’s both actually.
it brings me to a place of reverence and awe to hear people praying to God about the weather and the rains.
i haven’t lived here long enough to feel like i know my place in every area, but i’m starting to see that maybe, we are bound by elements as simple or as complex as the weather and in that, we truly find our place.
because i haven’t lived here long, i feel like i need to earn my right to pray for God’s protection from harmful weather and yet i know i don’t.
God hears me from any place i’m in and for that i am grateful.
His grace is not dependent upon my knowing exactly what my place is.
and, His mercy is new for each day of pleasant or harmful weather.
maybe it’s ‘out there’ to think of being reverent and awed by the weather to you.
it’s mystifying for sure.
but, when you’ve sat there and watched heads bow and know that many of those heads have seen things from the skies that i have not, and that many of those heads bowed have a livelihood that depends upon what God gives thru the weather, it is humbling.
it calls me to respect the Giver of rain and storms and to respect the years of experience that call upon a Mighty God to protect us from harmful weather.
the rains have been coming and watering the earth here and in turn we thank God for his provision.
and, so, as we do thank Him for providing, it seems to me that it helps us, me, find a place.
a place of belonging to a God who made not only heaven and earth, but each one of us.
may we ever know His sovereignty and greatness as we see Him not only in the sunshine but in the rains too.
He is indeed a God of wonders.