The rain!
The gloom.
It’s been our constant companion!
A random day of sunshine here or there.
It’s cold, damp and down right depressing.
Discouraging.
I watch my farmer push through.
I do the complaining.
I do the whining.
He just works.
Steady.
Reliable.
Through whatever comes his way.
This rain doesn’t seem to rock him.
He’s tired.
He’s weary.
But he doesn’t stop.
The cows get milked.
He lets the wee ones run with their mama’s.
Despite the mud everywhere the young ladies still find time to huddle.
What are they up to?
Plotting to take out the nearest fence, most likely!
It’s times like these when I pause to look.
To really look. . .
Beyond the rain, beyond the mud that I see.
I see the rich, green grass.
I see those silly calves.
They may cause great distress at times, but they really are cute!
I think the rain is here to stay for some time.
The mud will get worse.
Hay will head out and the quality will suffer.
Fields are way too wet to get on to.
There’s a laundry list of broken equipment, bills way over due, tasks that need to be completed.
It’s downright discouraging.
It’s the middle of the day and my farmer needs some parts.
It is lunch time.
I suggest we stop for soup to go.
We try one place.
No soup on this dreary day.
He says he was thinking he’d like to go sit somewhere, you know, be waited on.
I smile to myself.
We find a place to go.
Their soup choice is not an interest to either of us.
We make other selections.
We sit.
Together.
We talk;
of things that have been weighing us down.
It’s so easy to feel the weight.
I order coffee.
The steaming mug warms my hands.
The conversation warms my heart.
We continue to the parts store.
Burdens lifted.
The rain is here to stay for quite some time.
The mud, the wet fields, the poor quality hay will all get worse before it gets better.
I turn on the fire.
I head to the Ancient Word.
Isaiah 40:31
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
My hope remains in the LORD.
While I am not as strong as my farmer and way more emotional, I still trust in the Lord’s guidance.
We are here for His purpose.
We’re doing the work He has prepared for us to do.
I’d love for this rain to go away.
I’d love for a year of abundant, great hay.
That still may come.
Until then, I’ll see beyond the rain.
Maybe I’ll even see a rainbow.
