I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head. (Rain by Shel Silverstein)
The one that wrestles with should vs. will. Want to vs. actual action. Daring to imagine vs. settling for the known.
I’m never quite sure which voice will emerge. The wet blanket. Or the optimist.
The sun that firms my foundation. Or the rain that quenches my thirst.
Maybe neither is the answer. Perhaps both are right.
Working in tandem to grow me for the good.
He dawns on them like the morning light,
like the sun shining forth on a cloudless morning,
like rain that makes grass to sprout from the earth. (2 Samuel 23:4)
I return each Sabbath for a fresh Word of the Week. For the God-breathed pages to come alive in a phrase or two on which to spend a 7-day feast. To meditate upon. To use as a jumping off point for whatever other words God would have me hear during the week. I would love for you to join the Word of the Week (WOW) discussion by adding your selected verse to the comments … or reflections on any scripture reading.
Linking with Unforced Rhythms — a wonderful community of writers who gather each Monday to share with you HERE.