It is hot. Classic Atlanta hot summer. And I find myself longing for rain. Here's a little reflection from another day, a summer day of years past, when it rained hard and fast.
God, I'm listening to the rain outside today.
I am enjoying the rumble of thunder.
At one point, while making the bed, I actually jumped.
It felt alive to be so moved by nature.
I felt I had been found in the midst of my ordinary day.
Thank you for drenching my dry soul today.
I got up this morning and wanted to be inspiring.
I wanted to write and create and help mend someone's soul.
But instead, I stared at my computer and bore witness to my own lack of inspiration.
I read through books and considered my life and thought through recent movies, but nothing came.
Finally, I heard the footsteps of my children in the hallway, and I knew my quiet time was ended.
I walked away from my work and waited for a simmer to share.
But the day was simply a day.
I found myself in laundry and lunches, to do lists and emails.
God, I thought it would be hard to find you here, in the midst of my dirty dishes and my dust filled well.
Until the rain started.
I again found myself momentarily alone, in the semi darkness, wrapped in rain.
Outside the window was enormous beauty, beating down on my browned grass, feeding my drooping plants.
They raised their heads for the gift, and I found that so did I.
The boom was close and rattled me aware.
How long had it been since I had heard thunder?
I physically called out.
The spark shook me alive.
I thought, "Of course, THIS, this IS just the kind of space and place to soothe my soul...
Quiet, aware, doing the work of life, the simple stuff."
I realized today that it isn't always the Ghandis and Mother Teresas that will change the world.
It is often that the world is changed beacuse of clean sheets and fresh towels.
Sandwiches without crusts and frozen chicken nuggets.
Kisses and hugs.
A movie in the dark and a super hero popsicle.
The world is often changed beceause we doubt, and wonder, and still bother to wait for rain.
I felt soothed.
My soul still knows what it is to be parched and longing for rain.
But I also know the sound of thunder, and I believe it. Amen.
Brandi Calhoun Diamond - August 3, 2008
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