Until the Storm Passes
The rain keeps falling but it has not kept the birds outside my window from their early morning revelry. As I sit safe and dry, listening to the drops pound against the roof, I wonder what exactly these little creatures have to sing about while stuck in the treetops, their flights delayed?
Just like me, they are safe and dry. We’re going to be fine until the storm passes.
I think about those who will not weather this actual storm – and the figurative one – as easily as I likely will. I am reminded of the words I’ve heard more than once in the short time we’ve been on our journey: there is always someone worse off than you.
I have very little to complain about and a whole lot to be thankful for – but that doesn’t mean each of us doesn’t have our bad days. It seems though, that some folks are having more than their fair shares lately.
So to hear someone in line at a food bank say they would gladly give up their spot for someone who needs the help more than they do, it really makes me pause and reflect. What do I truly need in order to live a life worthwhile? What am I willing to do without? To be honest, I am still searching for those answers.
The rain is getting harder now, and there is thunder rumbling off in the distance. It looks like things are going to get worse before it clears. As nature’s symphony swells around me, I wonder what will keep us singing until the storm passes?