Friday, July 6, 2012
Not In Charge
So Wednesday, I'm driving to the grocery store to pick up items for a Fourth of July party we were going to that night and it's raining. In Arizona. And I'm wondering if the store will not be packed as it usually is on a holiday. I arrive and find that it is, in fact, crowded. And I suddenly recognize what a hopeful people we really are whether we realize it or not. All of these people at the store, purchasing their holiday goods refusing to accept the fact that barbecues might be cancelled, swimming might be called off. And I started to observe stranger's faces. One man sort of wandered in the rain with a look of wonderment as he gazed at the sky. A woman walked with a soft smile on her face. The store was busy but not frenzied. Going to and from the store to cars, people strolled rather than hurried....in the rain. Because it's Arizona. We don't get much rain, you know. And I felt like most other places, people would be grouchy about the turn of weather. They would be irritated that the one day it decides to rain, would of course be a holiday. But we wouldn't dare do that here. And I just felt this sense that people were sort of confused. How were they supposed to feel about the rain? They didn't have the right to complain but then again, they have plans tonight. I sensed a sort of resignation. A, "well, that's the way it goes" attitude.
I probably read way more into all this than was really there. And the rain stopped before the evening celebrations. And fourth of July went off wonderfully and much cooler than we could have anticipated. And it was a gift.
God is in charge, people. It rains. On the righteous and the unrighteous alike. Well then. Okay. He is God and we are not. And look at that - He just might know what He's doing.
I'm going to try to remember this when the rain comes in my life. When it looks like God just wants to ruin my little plans, I'm going to try to recall that the rain might be a gift. That if I just walk slowly and trust, cooler temperatures and a nice breeze might accompany a firework show that blows my socks off.
Posted by nicolewian at 11:25 AM