Different kind of sameness

I am singing, singing to the color of green!

After five weeks of excessive high temperatures and drought, each morning this week began with a gentle rain, giving life to the dead brown carpet under foot.  But this new color emerged in the coming of storms.

I was moaning this fact last week as I was driving with lightning, wind and thunder all around, planning an escape route from the hail! I cried, “We need rain, but do we have to have the storm?”

Surely there can be rain without a storm, but with the atmospheric conditions as they were, there was no other way.

Now there is flooding in our area.

Why can’t it be normal? What is normal anyway?  I live in a different kind of sameness than my friend Camille in Washington state.  For her, normal is rain most every day. She loves it when there is sunshine for a few days, and that is different for her. While in Denmark we were more accustomed to rainy cool days than bright sunshine.

In a matter of days, we  have gone from brown dead earth to vivid green and  a promise of flooding.

I am wondering if this is not how life is. Life seems to always be somewhere in the extreme.

Just when I think life is “normal”, there comes the storm–a pain, a sorrow, a tear, a broken relationship. Then comes healing, joy, laughter and reconciliation–

Always–moving from abnormal through the storm–to normal–for a moment.

I am discovering I must have the storm to focus, to prepare, to seek shelter, to watch–

These days of  continuous rain remind me that I need the slow, gentle soakings of His presence that come from sitting at His feet–an oasis in the sameness or the different. Most often, they come after a storm.

“Almighty God, Lord of the storm and of the calm, of day and night, of life and death; grant to me so to have my heart stayed upon your faithfulness, your unchangingness and love, that whatsoever betides me, I  may look upon you with untroubled eye.”  George Dawson in Little Book of Prayers

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.
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One Response to Different kind of sameness

  1. Ah Barb, thank you for the reminder again. xx

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