Glum

As I write I am looking out the windows (there are two) from my breakfast room, dining room, work room table. It’s April 16th, at 9:26am, and it is cold and raining, and darker than it ought to be at this time of day according to my thinking. I am deciding what to do when I finish this note. Friday is a “work outside” day – there is grass that needs mowing, trees that need trimming, briars that need cutting, piles of debris that need to burn, and a bunch more flowers that my bride expected to find in the ground yesterday, or maybe the day or two before. I don’t like being cold and wet, and none of the tasks mentioned above are easily accomplished in this weather.

After a lot of years listening, I think the life of Godliness, not as designed, but as lived by the vast majority of Believers, is similar. There are those dark days when things are just not right, the joy is hard to find, hope is out of sight, and victory is “a ways” down the road. Maybe, that is the point. Maybe, since our Heavenly Father has set in motion what is outside my window, it is the tool He is using to “renew a right spirit within me by the direct action of His Spirit resident in me.

Perhaps I should retire to the quiet of my non-windowed upstairs office, where I can’t focus on the outside, so I can focus instead on the inside of me.

This rain is so vital for those new flowers and the freshly budding trees. The grass will wait another day or two for it’s mowing. The trees will be just fine with their briars, and I didn’t want to stand in the smoke all day anyway. Besides, it is warm up there.

Perhaps this is a day set aside by the One who lloves me most, and will allow the “rain” or His Truth to gently saturate my heart and mind, to allow the depth and width of His llove to fill my innermost being with a new “crop” of llove to share with others, while allowing those angry briars to die so that they never scratch others around me. Maybe my occasional harshness needs a bit of a trim as well. (I hope not, but “Father knows best.”)

So if you will excuse me, I am going to change places for a while. Maybe you should too. . .sometimes.