I sleep with my window open for the fresh air that blows in, and last night I was lulled to sleep by the most refreshing sound: raindrops. They patter down on the cars, pavement, rooftop, and leaves, growing into puddles and flowing gently down the gutters and hills. I find the sound comforting—the clouds wrapping me in creation’s emotion. They reflect my thoughts, drizzling down unceasing into my life, preventing rationality from leveling my thoughts.
I am distracted and discouraged by hormones drawing me into crushes and attraction—rather infatuations. Ever-coming news of peers “finding” significant others, becoming engaged, getting married—and I flicker back to the days of loneliness in high school. I consciously remind myself that I am dearly loved by You—more than enough to satisfy my rational side. My emotions are not so easily or quickly appeased.
So I wait. I embrace the Truth, relying upon that as my mind wanders. I fall back onto the hope that the rain will make the flowers grow.
“Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.” ~ Hosea 6:3