Morning is here, but you couldn’t tell by looking. It’s dark! It’s rainy! Once again, Nemo looks up at me with apologetic eyes and says there’s no way he’s going out in a downpour. I explain that he could run out, do the necessary, dash back in and have a nice, crunchy bone as a reward. Nothing doing. So, he tucks himself back in his bed where it’s snug and warm–and dry.
However, the coffee is hot and I like hearing the rain. It’s good sleeping weather but it’s also good weather for writing.
Coincidentally, Scripture reading the past few days has been about Noah’s flood. This is one of my favorite parts of the Bible. No, not the part about most of the people being locked out of the ark, but the part about Noah and his family being saved from the devastating event. I don’t think we can fully appreciate the awfulness of that time. It wasn’t only the rain that poured from the sky, the water under the earth burst forth. There may have been earthquakes, lightning like we have never seen and thunder that was deafening. But the grand old ark, actually a huge, floating box, rose on the floodwaters and all inside, Noah and his family and the animals were safe. No one has ever told me this because nobody knows, least of all, I, but it is my opinion the animals were young and they hibernated a lot as the boat rocked on the waves.
The rain that falls today is nothing like that gigantic onslaught of water, but we have had a lot of it lately. Lakes and rivers and creeks are pretty full. Since we can’t regulate the weather, it’s best if we respect its capabilities and enjoy it if we can.
The rain is letting up. Darkness grays into dawn. Nemo finally decides it’s safe to go out, and this second cup of Folgers is just as good as the first. Morning has broken!
Who loves the rain and loves his home and looks on life with quiet eyes, Him will I follow through the storm; And at his hearthfire keep me warm; Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise, Who loves the rain, And loves his home, And looks on life with quiet eyes. — by Frances Shaw.
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Sounds like the story of Noah fits in well with your rainy day! In Canada there is heavy flooding in Quebec. Rivers are now lakes. Three dams broke. I enjoy the research you always do with your Bible accounts, Blanche. Yes, the ark was a huge box floating on the water.
Thanks for writing, Sharon. I’m sorry Canada is having flooding problems too. I’m afraid we will, once again. A whole lot of rain this spring. I love the story of Noah and his faith and seeing God’s wisdom in planning the ark perfectly so it would withstand great pressure and still float. I guess there might be a lesson for us there too? With God, we can withstand great pressure and not sink under the weight.