• 11Oct

    All night long she heard the relentless drumming of the rain on the roof.  It had been a pleasant sound at first, the monotonous drumming had lulled her into a pleasant state of relaxation that she assumed would lead to a long blissful night of sleep.  And she had drifted off, later than she intended, but at least she had slept.  Unfortunately, it was short-lived.  By six a.m. the sound of rain in her ears, again, was a cause for annoyance.  The fact that she could hear it and knew that she could hear it meant that she was, again, awake.  She sighed and debated the wisdom of starting her day like this.  The thought that the kids usually slept-in on rain-days encouraged her to slip back between the covers for a little bit more shut eye.

    The next sounds she heard were the noises of little children making their normal morning ruckus.  Surprisingly, none of them snuck into her room for a chat.  Either they were being considerate of her (since she had informed them she wasn’t feeling good the night before and had spent a large portion of the evening curled up in bed chatting with one or another rather than up working), or they were trying not to wake her so they wouldn’t have to do their chores and school work.  She smiled at that thought and rolled over and groaned.  The rain had stopped, but her body had absorbed the grey morning and she moved as slowly as the morning fog settled in the valley outside her window.  By the time she pulled herself out of her bed it was too late to even seriously consider school.  Company was coming this afternoon and she wasn’t moving fast enough to try to squeezing in a few cleaning jobs between tasks.  Better to skip the tasks, take it slow, meander her way through cleaning the kitchen and smile and encourage her children to help as they felt the urge.

    The grey slowness of the day kept things relaxed and peaceful and by the time she slipped between the covers again she became aware of the inner comfort and stillness of soul that had been missing these last few weeks.  Thank you so very much for this lovely day, Lord.  This grey day could have been a source of depression, especially since the kids have been reminiscing about their daddy, but You have given me peace and relaxation.  I don’t deserve Your goodness and love, but You never fail to give it to me anyway.  Help me to remember these days of peace and Your faithfulness to provide what I need, when I need it, and the way I need it (not the way I think I need it).  I am content in You.

3 Comments to Grey Day

  • I am so glad that you had a peaceful, grey day. God blesses in unexpected ways.

    We had a grey day here yesterday. We slowly did a little school and a few things around the house and went to the library. Then we went to visit someone in the hospital and took them and another person we know some cheery cards.