“I had plans”, she said. As she gazed forlornly out her bedroom window. She was me, last Saturday morning. The rain chucking down buckets as I mentally meandered through my day and tried to discard any unnecessary items. Bittersweet it was. Oh the irony of people literally crying for rain one night and the sudden disparity when they get an answer like the downpour that ensued, the next morning. God we cried for rain, we know. But perhaps in moderation, No? As the old adage goes, be careful what you wish for cos you just might get it. (Yes this was an actual saying before the pussycat dolls 😉 ). Though in the Bible it’s more along the lines of there being power in the tongue but I won’t say much about that here. In short, watch what you declare and think before you ask if you catch my drift.
Anyway, I had a pleasant weekend myself, rain and all. Why? Because I was ready for it 😀 It would take a little more than a lot of rain to put the dampers on my day. All I needed to do was drag my dusty suitcase off the top of my wardrobe, dig out my wellies, don my parka, grab my umbrella and head out the front door. In spite of the rain, I could still go about my business. In the word’s of The Script,
“Yeah, we always have a good time. Whether it’s hail rain or it’s sunshine!”
This time last year, it was a different story. I remember quite vividly how it rained one weekend, and yet when Monday dawned it was bright and sunshiney. I was skeptical as I squinted at the sky, wondering if the clouds would shift and I should take my umbrella just in case. But I thought of the extra weight, the unnecessary stress*. And decided to go without it to work. The day had been going quite smoothly and yet around 3 pm, the skies darkened. And as if out of nowhere, it began pouring! To say the least, I worked overtime that day unintentionally. And yet even though I waited, when I got home that night, my shoes had been reduced to pulp by trudging home through the mud. I binned them and stated adamantly that by hook or by crook, Tuesday would find me ready.
And so the next day, I awoke to find the sun, once again glaring. Again I deliberated. Should I at least take my boots? I didn’t have an endless supply of shoes and all. But alas, I figured, meh. The skies are clear enough. Needless to say, the same thing happened. Another pair of shoes in the trash and I deliberated not to grumble because it had been my own fault after all.
On Wednesday, thank God. I had finally learnt my lesson. I didn’t even have to think about it. Off I went to work. Wellies on my feet and brolly in me bag. I got a few curious stares. My colleagues laughed at me and called me dramatic and yet I knew why I did what I did. My faith was unwavering. And sure enough. The rain came down in torrents. But this time I was ready. I got home dry and happy and grateful for the lesson I had learnt.
“Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season…” 2 Timothy 4:2A
So of course this came to mind. Practical experiences are necessary for Spiritual growth. And I love to have an experience which, when I look back on it, I am reminded of the Word.
The Bible talks in Ephesians 6 about wearing the full armor of God. But how often do we go about our day. Not being on our guard. We are unprepared, not in sync with the Holy Spirit and then when we face problems, when we have challenges or when we find somebody in need, we are clueless and unequipped. We go about like regular Joes, forgetting that we are on a mission. That our aim is to demonstrate God’s love in action. To not fall into the trap of the evil one. We forget that we ought to share Jesus with everyone we meet. And we miss it. We miss opportunities to do that which we were called for.
Remember child of God. Let the world know Jesus through you. Don’t worry if the world mocks you or doesn’t understand your need to pray and meditate upon the Word. Don’t let your faith waver but stand firm in The Lord.
” Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong. ” 1 Corinthians 16: 13