Many people love storms, so I'm sure you will understand the bliss of feeling cool air blasting down from the clouds across your skin on a hot day, the magic of a darkening sky as the storm rolls in from the west, the sight of birds swooping toward trees, the tall pines beginning to sway, the neighbor's trash blowing across your yard...seriously, Man! Don't you eat anything that doesn't come in a fast food wrapper?...
Anyway, as much as I love stormy weather, I'm still a cynic at heart. I really didn't think we'd get any rain. These clouds were just showing off; wanting some attention. Bless their hearts. My squash and tomatoes were looking a little wilted, so I decided to pretend it was raining by watering my garden while it thundered and lightninged all around me. Don't worry, I counted the seconds between the flash and boom. I don't really know how to calculate the distance of lightning based on the number of seconds, but I know you're supposed to be able to, so I counted. And then, when the lightning seemed to be pretty close and the wind was blowing my garden hose water up and away from my plants, I employed my go-to strategy for parenting: I asked myself, "Would a good mother tell her children it was time to go inside now?" I answered myself that a good mother would probably not have ordered her children to go outside during a storm in the first place, and then I told myself to shut up and stop being so pretentious because they were having fun, and then I told my kids to climb down out of the pecan tree and go inside were it was...sigh...safe.
Well, we ended up getting a nice little rain out of that showy thunderstorm. I even got a porch date with my husband in the deal. You know, the kind of date where you make the kids stay inside, and you take a glass of wine to the porch, shut the front door and ignore the screams of she hit me and he spit on me and the sounds of large furniture being toppled, and you just sit and talk to the person who helped you create all those precious monsters and you just enjoy being together...that kind of a porch date.
And then I got up early this morning and took my coffee to the garden with me to pull some weeds. Usually, I have to work pretty hard to get the roots of those weeds out of the ground; the stems usually want to break off at the surface. But, guess what? Today, when I tugged on those unwanted plants, the roots just slid right up and out.
Easy as pie. And I thought to myself, "I guess rain and storms have a way of loosening things up." And I think that's probably true of the storms in our life, too.
I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me.
Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows.
But take heart,
because I have overcome the world.