It rained, and rained, and rained. Last night on the evening news the weatherman said we got between 9 and 16 inches over the last three days. I like rain in reasonable quantities, but this was the miserable, depressing kind that seems like it will never pass. You feel claustrophobic, like there’s a low grey ceiling overhead keeping you hemmed in. You forget what blue sky looks like.
And then this morning we woke up to this:
I stood on the back porch, coffee cup in hand, and let the warmth of the sun melt the stress of my work week away.
One of my favorite scripture verses is Psalm 13:5-6:
But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me.
One of the great things about the word “but” in this verse is that you can put anything in front of it, and it’s still true. “My dog died … but I trust in your unfailing love,” “I have a terminal illness … but I trust in your unfailing love,” “I lost my job … but I trust in your unfailing love.”
Recently I saw an interview with J. K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter books. Rowling was talking about how at one point in her life she was a struggling single mother, as poor as you can get in Britain without being homeless. But she didn’t regret that period of her life: rock bottom provided a solid foundation on which she built a new life.
The bedrock truth in Psalm 13:5-6 is salvation: I know that I am saved, and nothing that happens to me in this life, no measure of bad news or difficult circumstances, can take that away from me.
So I will sing to the Lord — for blue skies, for sun that is drying up the standing water in my car caused by a leaky sunroof, for a beautiful lake to look out upon. He has been good to me.