I like rain. And clouds. And sun. And snow. And cold. And hot. I like waking up and seeing what the day holds. I love when my husband or son says, "there's a 20% chance of snow today," and I get to respond, "nope, there's a hundred percent......it's snowing right now." I never watch the weather. I do look it up if I'm traveling. I kind of like the surprise for each day. It's like you never know what you are going to get. Of course, as I mentioned, my son and husband like to "read ahead" and see what is predicted.
I can honestly say that I revel and am amazed by the weather. Hearing the rain on the roof wakes me with a start and I smile. Seeing that special glow in the night when the moon is out and the snow has fallen is marvelous. Feeling the sun as it peeks in my bedroom window is always a pleasant surprise these days.
The only weather condition that I kind of hate is wind. Now, put me on a beach and wind is ok. But in general, I don't like it. It makes me feel beaten and unkempt and just generally kind of bitter.
Life is a lot like the weather for me. Honestly, I like all different people and circumstances. I enjoy learning what people have lived thorugh and what they believe. But, there's one thing that just makes me feel just like the wind. It seems simple. It seems like it doesn't matter. But for me, it is hard. It saps my strength. It zaps my enthusiasm. It's performance based relationships. I see them all of the time. Kids trying so hard to make their parents really see them and love them that they will do anything. Women trying to find friends who will like them though they are not able to do the craft at MOPS. It's like the whole world is full of people trying to make other people be just like them. I like the uniqueness of people. I think that love is when you know how different you are and you figure it out anyway.
But performance is just like the wind. I don't live well in it for very long. I chafe. I feel blistered. My lips get dry. It depresses me to my very center.
So, on this cloudy day I'm remembering who I am. That it is not defined by how people expect me to perform, but by the God who made me. The God who wrote my manual and knows all of my little quirks. And did I mention, He is not offended nor disappointed in me. He is like the sun and the rain and the snow are to the weather.........I never know exactly what exciting thing He is going to do, but I know I'm going to like it if I keep my heart open.
So, if you have been out in the wind too long and you are thinking that you are going to dry up and blow away, try talking to the One who makes the weather. Even more, try listening to who He says you are. You are His workmanship, His poetry, His artwork. You are very treasured.
blessings,
rhonda
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