LET IT RAIN!
Years ago, when I first surrendered my life to Jesus Christ, God gave me a wonderful gift of writing songs. I had pretty much forgotten about most of them – many were simple and I didn’t do anything with them at the time.
Today I came across a notebook with some of those songs scratched haphazardly on music notation paper. The one that struck me most was called, “Let It Rain.” Here is the chorus:
Oh Lord, let the rain fall down
Let it feed the ground ’til the flowers grow!
Oh my Lord –
I will cry my tears,
but I will not fear the pain:
Let it rain!
I am trying to maintain this same attitude now…trying to remember that nothing much grows without rain. Remaining grateful, even in times of drawn-out difficulty, has to be a purposeful choice. I’m doing my best to make that choice daily. I hope that you are too. God Bless!
I had a pretty bad day today. It’s been three months since the move and I still don’t have work. I’m almost out of money. I keep praying and walking on faith but things aren’t coming together yet. Not sure what to do. I can make it about three more weeks and then, well, I don’t know. I hate to move again, but might have to. So I was in a funk today, unable to focus or accomplish anything. I cried a lot. I took a walk. Somewhere along the way I remembered this song. It helped me feel a little better and remember that nice word: “hope.” Enjoy.
This is a photo I took here in South Carolina. My new home. It is a symbol, though, of all rebirth for me and my family. Especially for Dan.
The bigget news: Dan gave his life to Christ after being ministered to in jail by a visiting Bible Study leader. Now, he is out on probation living with his dad. He’s been clean (except for one slip) since May. But clean now for 28 days outside of jail, by his own choice and because – he will tell you – of the power of God that lives in him. He reads the bible daily, goes to church, meets weekly with the pastor, and has met a group of students from a local college who meet for study and fellowship together. PRAISE GOD!!
I am not allowed to talk to Dan on the phone, or to visit him in person. The restraining order set in place back in May is still in effect. The judge won’t lift it until I am able to go to Colorado and meet with her in court. I don’t know when that will happen. But I am sure it will happen exactly when it’s supposed to. In the meantime, Dan and I write letters to each other. It’s a wonderful, underused way of communication. He can tell me about his life, uninterrupted, and I can do the same. We are getting to know each other in a way we might not have otherwise.
He says, “Mom, I am growing up now. And you have your own journey. Do what you need to do. I love you!” What more could a mother ask for?