It’s been raining where I live for the past couple of days. I must admit, any time I see the forecast and they project rain for the weekend I become a bit of a Scrooge out of season. Bah-humbug I feel in my spirit. Rain, rain on the weekend? Why not on Monday, why be nice and sunny on Monday, but rainy on Saturday? Mondays seem to be made for rain; at least that’s what the Carpenter’s said!
Or even Wednesday, I mean any day of the week where we must use metathesis to pronounce it, seems like a good candidate for rain and clouds. It seems to be a misfit enough.
But, not rain on Saturday and Sunday. I work Monday-Friday, like many, and I look forward to Saturday. Saturday that great and glorious day of the week. Sometimes I find myself living Saturday to Saturday. Saturday is a day to do, well, really whatever you want to do. It can be a day of leisure. A day of straightening up the house. A day for working in the yard or the garden. A day to change the oil in the car. Take the kids to the park. Have a picnic. The possibilities are endless! Because it’s Saturday!
But rain . . . rain on Saturday? Well, that just spoils everything. If it’s going to rain on Saturday, we may as well just skip the whole thing and move right on to Sunday.
And of course Sunday, rain on Sunday is no good either. All the people dressed to the nines to attend their houses of worship and here comes the rain to mess up the whole affair. Rain hair isn’t the prettiest thing in the world. (This is one reason I have a ponytail, you are assured a good hair day no matter what!)
Even now, as I’m looking out the kitchen window and the rain is falling and the sky is gray and gloomy, I must admit, there is a part of me that is thankful for the rain: this rain on this weekend. Rainy weekend days are a reminder to me to slow down and take a break.
A reminder that I, as well as earth and soil need to be refreshed and replenished. Yes, there are still innumerable things I need to do outside around the property. But, it’s okay. It can wait. Maybe rainy weekend days are God’s way of putting the brakes on us. Telling us to cool our jets and let off the throttle for a bit. A time to rest and reflect. After all, there’s no better nap than a nap while it’s raining! And I should know, I took one earlier!
So, if it’s rainy in your part of the world, maybe it is a gift from God. A gift to you to slow down and take some time to recharge the batteries. A time to reflect on God’s provision. Those rainy days in life are often times the most beneficial to us spiritually.
So thank God, who causes the rain to fall on the just and the unjust.
Coincidentally, my mother loves rainy days. She hopes and prays, when she gets to heaven there will be a corner of paradise where it will be rainy and cloudy, for her and others of her ilk!
May he be like rain that falls on the mown grass, like showers that water the earth! (Ps. 72.6)