Rain. There’s something about a rainy day that brings out the melancholy in me. The sound of the drops striking a staccato rhythm on the roof almost puts me in a trance. It’s raining now…and I’ve just finished emptying the tears that have been welling up inside me for weeks now. Cleansed, this veil is lifted (temporarily at least) enough to write a moment.
Many weeks have passed since my last post. Time doesn’t even exist anymore. There are simply days. String several of them together, and you have a week. A few weeks together…a month. My absences hasn’t been idle. In fact, I’ve been extremely busy with work, the foundation and trying to maintain some semblance of a family life after Mia’s passing. None of which have been easy. And yet I persevere…
God has me and my family in His arms. I know this, yet often forget of late. The pain we endure is something that cannot be accurately described. The only way you will know how horrible it can be is if you have experienced it yourself. And I pray that you never have to. Today, after this cry, I am somewhat relieved. The pain has somewhat subsided…for the moment.
I know that it will return. I know that the road ahead is long. I know that there will be bumps and dips…lows and highs…laughter and tears. I also know that there will be times, like now, when I feel so very alone. These times are the most critical. These are the times when I need Him the most.
Are you in pain (physical or emotional) today? Do you need His warmth and love to wrap themselves around you and hold you until you can’t contain it any longer? Are you in a place where you can’t see Him or hear His voice? If so, simply cry out. Cry out until there’s no voice left. Cry out until you feel His presence reach through to your very soul, grasp your heart in both hands and begin to infuse it with His healing power.
If you can’t, that’s okay. He will reach out to you where you are. Just be still in your agony. Help is on His way.
There’s something about the rain…