My mind takes me back. I wish I had been nicer to my mother during my teen-aged years. I wish I had spent more time walking about the farm with my dad and listening to his musing. I wish I hadn't hit my little brother in the head with a bat. (We always played "first bat" after dinner every day, and he was in my way.... ;-(... he grew up and became an archeologist, so I guess his brain is okay). I wish I had made better decisions to do something productive during my college summers instead of sitting around and thinking about how lonely I was.... And, of course, marriage and the parenting years have all kinds of "I wishes"-- more vacations with kids, teaching them to be good at serving others, volunteering.But, here, I sit with the rain falling. I can't change anything that happened, but I can think about it differently. In that...
Drip down, O heavens, from above, And let the clouds pour down righteousness; Let the earth open up and salvation bear fruit, And righteousness spring up with it. I, the LORD, have created it. Isaiah 45:8
It seems that rain comes most often in the Bible bearing good things. Maybe the melancholy, musings, reflections are helpful in re-establishing my priorities on this journey. What I've done (the good and not-so-good), where I want to be headed...
Something to think about....
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