"When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers." --Natalia Ginsburg

Tuesday 24 April 2012

Sleepless in New Brunswick......

Sleepless in New Brunswick....who would have thought the rain and dark could be so beautiful..... I went to bed almost five hours ago—slept two hours, and am wide awake again. I am sitting here in the near dark—as dark as it can be with the computer screen on.

The rain is falling like glass beads against the window and the wind is up. I have the window open just a bit to smell the fresh air and rain. It is worth the extra clothing I had to put on. I can hear the little frogs called Spring peepers just a little bit above the rain.

I have always loved the rain—I love it when it pours so hard I get soaked to the skin and it runs off my face. I suppose at forty-six, it is not very dignified—but life is too short to be dignified all the time. Dad once asked me, if I must dance in the rain, could I at least do it in the back yard so people driving by wouldn’t see me and think I was demented.

Last night’s blog was hard to write, and hard to post—pain and joy mingled together. I started writing it three weeks ago and struggled until the last minute about whether I would share it. I got up early this morning and as I watched the rain come down in buckets, I thought how the painful things in our life are like rain. I know--not an original thought; however, it still serves to remind me that rain cleanses, refreshes and gives growth.

The weather and the Blog I posted last night reminded me of this song. The song reminds me that God loves me, and is ALWAYS working in my life--even when my life does not look as I imagined it would. I am thankful for the" rain" in my life. May God use it to make me a stronger woman who shows love and compassion to the people in my life when they are experiencing the storms in their lives.



2 comments:

  1. God loves us without a condition. God's love never fails. We constantly harbor and pray that we may always be his will. ~ k^o^k ~

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  2. Seeing the world through your eyes has shown me we have much more in common than blood - right down to our faeries...
    I too love to write and can only hope to one day do so with the same degree of eloquence you posess. Until then, know that your stories do make a difference and I'll continue to read, most likely being moved to tears by the beauty of your words each and every time <3

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