09/07/2024
Looked out the back yard today and saw my son in wonder at the crop dusting plain up on the mesa doing it's thing on the beautiful fields of NAPI. We'd hear the little roar of the small engine as it would pull up and over and appear to us for a little while before diving back down into the crop.
It reminded me of a Sunday morning in 2020 probably around this time of year. We saw and heard the plane so we all hopped in the old suburban to take a drive. We sat in childlike wonder as we watched the magnificent, skilled flying of this crop duster whiz up and down and through.
We sat there and enjoyed it so much. As I reimagine us there, I recall how we didn't have to go anywhere. There was no checking of the clock or worrying about Monday coming soon. There was time for wonder, awe, reverence, and so many things. While I would never want to live the difficult things of the pandemic, especially the many who suffered greatly, I will always be grateful for the merciful way it made our family slow down, fulfilled my parent dream of at least trying Home School, freed the roads of traffic and I rode my bike to town and back nearly every day, united with my family in my home and held our own worship service, and so many other beautiful things.
While we felt much of the worry and concern and fear at what it would continue to bring, we also experienced many wonderful experiences and blessings we could not have lived otherwise.
I'll always be grateful for what the pandemic taught us. I'll always be grateful for the forced slow down that taught me I could in fact slow down for a time.
I think if we miss time to experience wonder in our lives we miss so very much of what makes this life truly wonderful. There are blessings in trials, mercy in troubled times, and peace, hope and joy to be found in even the dark days.
Yesterday, an inspiring and Godly individual told a story of life with his three small daughters in West England where they were From.
A large American man came to their area and spoke in their church and said, "I LOVE THE RAIN" that was so often torrential in that area. This good brother said he could "practically hear my eyes roll when the American man said this. You don't love the rain I thought. No way."
As it rained most of the time there I'm not sure anyone really loved the rain. And yet, as this man reflected and considered this man's words and got to know him more he realized that he had in fact decided to begin to love the rain....
He started a journey with his daughters to journey into the rain almost daily. They looked it in the eye and felt it pelt their cheeks, they walked the roads feeling it soak them, and in short time they found them selves jumping in the puddles and laughing. This kind soul began to actually love the rain because he too chose to begin to.
I left thinking, what rain in my life do I have that might benefit me and my loved ones to learn to love. Learning to appreciate some of the things we can't control will not only bring peace to my life but will also increase my gratitude which as both I and science backed research clearly shows has a clear and direct affect on my happiness.
Looking back on that day as we watched the pilot do his tricks, heard the comforting sound of the small engine, and watched in wonder, I was happy. In a world of uncertainty, a time of world wide worry and rightful concern, perhaps in some small way at that time, I had learned to love the pandemic, or at least the aspect of it that allowed me to slow down and enjoy many of the things and people I had so often missed.
So friends, I hope that each of us can begin to consider what rain in our lives we might begin to love because in a world filled with constant seemingly pressing questions, I have found that the answer always seems to begin with, love.