Northwest Rain


It is so very good to be home.

Don’t get me wrong.  I grew to appreciate Colorado in the five years I lived there.  I grew accustomed to the dry climate and consistent blue skies.  I loved going to the Rocky Mountains.  I found love and beauty in many things there.  Especially the people.

But I really missed the rain.  Northwest rain.  Cold.  Consistent.  Gray.  Drizzly.  I love it.  Really love it.

Just now, I sat outside on my parents’ front porch and soaked in the rain.  (Not literally because I was under the roof.)  I tuned everything out and listened to the rain.  I watched the dry ground soak it up, flowers and plants drink it in.  I took deep breaths and willed the rain to saturate my soul.

Life isn’t made up of sunshine alone.  Everyone’s life has rain.  Sometimes it comes in a thunderstorm.  Sometimes it comes with partly sunny skies and rainbows.  The common denominator for every single person regardless of how it comes is that it surely will come.  Sometimes when it rains, it pours.  And that’s when life gets especially interesting.  It’s one thing to deal with a little spring shower.  It’s a completely different experience to navigate through a downpour and a flash flood.

You know what I have discovered over the past few seasons of my life?  Instead of trying to avoid the downpour, it’s better to learn how to swim.  Suffering is part of life.  Might as well dive in.  I’m learning not to fear being in over my head but I confess that I’m not a strong swimmer.  Sometimes I grab onto something that I think will help me float, only to find that it drags me down instead.  I’m trying desperately to learn how to reach out and grab onto a true anchor.  Something that won’t cause me to drift or drown.  That something is called hope.

  • Hope for my marriage.
  • Hope for my son to learn how to care for himself and thrive in spite of Type 1 Diabetes.  And then look beyond himself and reach out to care for others someday.  Do I dare to hope for God to heal him?  Yes.  Yes I hope for that too.
  • Hope for my daughter’s compassionate nature to lead her to places and people who are on God’s heart.
  • Hope for us to daily (sometimes even minute by minute) turn to our God for help, shelter and safety in the deluge.

There is a fine line between accepting suffering and contending for it to come to an end.  I walk that fine line every day.  It helps to remember that suffering produces character and refines faith.  Suffering has purpose and rain brings beautiful results to the land.  That’s why I love rain!  Because it is a constant reminder to me of growth, new life, beauty.  Of hope.  Of the One True God, the giver of life.  A constant reminder that the rain is worth it.

Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love Him.  James 1:12


3 thoughts on “Northwest Rain

  1. Accepting suffering. Wow. That’s a tough one. Yes, we as Christians are called to this, but I know few people who are good at it. One is my mentor who is in her 70s. She has experienced much suffering in her life and has learned to hold onto God during those times. I feel like a toddler next to her. At least I have moved from my infant days! Great blog and great perspective!


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