Rae La Soul

Sigh. I must make God laugh all the time. I’m sure I have Him in stitches.

Summer rain. One of the things I love most about the summer. Add my covers with a really good, addictive read and I’m all set.

I love when it rains because for that time, everything seems still. And that stillness allows my mind to wander while wondering. Questioning all the what ifs. It permits me to have the chance to reflect..allowing my introversion to have its way with me.

And then the rain stops. And I plan. For change. For maintaining. Napping. I plan to do this. I plan to do that. I plan to go out and enjoy the sunshine. Bask in it. Bathe in it. Laugh in it. Make memories. Share my life. I plan to go here.. and there.. and everywhere.

And then the rain begins again..

I swear it seems to rain when I have everything figured out. When everything is planned. Foreseen. When my schemes are as concrete as they can be.

Simultaneously, it rains when I’m troubled. When it seems like I don’t know what to do next. When I can’t figure out my next move. When I’m confused. Troubled. Perplexed. When my heart weighs a ton and it seems as though I can’t bear its weight.

A mix of emotions come over me while I watch the drops throw themselves down onto the pavement and against my window. I feel a certain way when the rain falls gracefully on the blades of grass. Relieved when I realize that this world, so unpredictable and massive, relies on the tiniest drop of rain to refuel.

And God tells me to calm myself. To Be still.

And I do. I still myself.

And then the sun comes out.

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.