April 20
Tapping into Memory
… and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the wind blew and beat on the house; and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock.
Matthew 7:25 (NKJV)
This morning was a bit strange. I felt unusually tired and found myself rolling back into bed. I pulled the yellow comforter over me and closed my eyes to the dimly lit bedroom. The soft warmth of bed and quilt was absolutely delicious, but before I could drift off, I was ushered back in time.
Tiny rain drops were tapping on my window and on the roof. The friendly sound grew and soon our cold, wet American flag came to life outside the window and began slapping its pole. It proved a tiny, unobtrusive harmony but enough to take me back to a summer in Maine, back to 1960-something.
In that moment, I was in my great-grandparents bungalow in the woods snuggled up in a single, squeaky bed in a dark corner of the rustic attic. In my mind, I remembered how I tried to peak out from under the covers to see Cousin Marcia in the other dark corner. But, no, I couldn’t see her in the black, scary, stale-smelling room. Still, the beds were comfy and the blankets kept us safe, and the rain would sing us to sleep with its happy tune. Tap, tap, tap. Big trees rustled outside as the raindrops played the old roof like a small, tin keyboard until everything faded to nothingness. Nothing until black turned into colorful, summer-night dreams. And then there was the miracle of morning and the rich pleasure of early sunshine streaming through gabled windows. The attic was safe again! We had survived another night—the beds and the rain our other two best friends....
You know, sometimes a short, unexpected nap in the morning is the best thing. It helps me slow down; it helps me appreciate simple things; and it reminds me who watches over me … with gentle rain.
Lord God, thank You for sweet reminders and the powerful, protective love of Jesus—our Rock! Amen.
Tapping into Memory
… and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the wind blew and beat on the house; and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock.
Matthew 7:25 (NKJV)
This morning was a bit strange. I felt unusually tired and found myself rolling back into bed. I pulled the yellow comforter over me and closed my eyes to the dimly lit bedroom. The soft warmth of bed and quilt was absolutely delicious, but before I could drift off, I was ushered back in time.
Tiny rain drops were tapping on my window and on the roof. The friendly sound grew and soon our cold, wet American flag came to life outside the window and began slapping its pole. It proved a tiny, unobtrusive harmony but enough to take me back to a summer in Maine, back to 1960-something.
In that moment, I was in my great-grandparents bungalow in the woods snuggled up in a single, squeaky bed in a dark corner of the rustic attic. In my mind, I remembered how I tried to peak out from under the covers to see Cousin Marcia in the other dark corner. But, no, I couldn’t see her in the black, scary, stale-smelling room. Still, the beds were comfy and the blankets kept us safe, and the rain would sing us to sleep with its happy tune. Tap, tap, tap. Big trees rustled outside as the raindrops played the old roof like a small, tin keyboard until everything faded to nothingness. Nothing until black turned into colorful, summer-night dreams. And then there was the miracle of morning and the rich pleasure of early sunshine streaming through gabled windows. The attic was safe again! We had survived another night—the beds and the rain our other two best friends....
You know, sometimes a short, unexpected nap in the morning is the best thing. It helps me slow down; it helps me appreciate simple things; and it reminds me who watches over me … with gentle rain.
Lord God, thank You for sweet reminders and the powerful, protective love of Jesus—our Rock! Amen.
posted by Craig Soderquist at 12:53 PM
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