After a hard rain, the world around me seems greener, healthier, newer somehow. The most delicate spiderweb intact, the tiniest tomato plant upright, flower stems unbroken, leaves unfallen. , how does life hang on after such heaviness? I don’t know. But it does, birds nests remain nestled loosely in tall branches without nails or glue. The most fragile raspberries which collapse at the slightest human touch hold up under pounding rains. Everything is better, not worse. Puddles disappear into thirsty soils, fish return to the surface of flooded rivers, life comes to life again as if nothing torrential fell on them the day before. The sun soaks up tiny glistening droplets of water on blades of grass grass. Rain, even a hard rain is not destructive to the world because it’s part of the plan for the world. The flowers thank the creator with the brightness of their colors. They cannot be shaken, they cannot be moved out of their place unless the maker wills it.
God make me resilient like the life outside like the blades of grass and the spiders web. I have no hope in my own voice or voice, no strength or ability to withstand the hard rains. I’m unable to find my way or even stand in the adversities that pour down upon me. I don’t want to be man-made susceptible to every passing storm. clothe me Lord in the eternal things, that I may not fail or collapse under the trials of life.
“Yet once more I will shake not only the earth but the heaven.” And this expression ,” yet once more , denotes the removing of those things which can be shaken, as of created things in order that those things which cannot be shaken may remain.” Hebrews 12:27