To risk stating the obvious, it has been raining A LOT here in Virginia (and maybe everywhere else) over the past couple of months. I need someone who's lived in the Pacific Northwest to coach me on how to cope because my normal "curl up on the couch" response is losing its charm with so many of them strung together.
If I'm being completely honest, life itself has felt kind of rainy so far this year. There's been a lot of change that feels like loss and some that feels like gain, a lot of bitter mixed with some sweet, and a lot of knowing "it's for the best" when it feels the worst. It's always tough when people you've come to love move on into new chapters of life and your story lines start to diverge.
Sitting here on this gloomy Saturday morning, I'm looking at the forecast for next week and seeing lots of "mostly sunny" with highs between 80 and 90 degrees. If I take a look at life, the clouds there seem like they're getting ready to break apart as well ... it's sometimes hard for me to appreciate the new blessings in my life while I'm still a little heartbroken over those who had been such blessings in the past, but they're there.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that there are always going to be seasons that come in life when it seems particularly rainy, overwhelmingly rainy, and like the rain will never end. But when the sun comes back out, many times I find that the overwhelmingly rainy season has prepared the ground of my life for new growth. There is indeed beauty for ashes, joy for mourning, and praise for despair.
Still, I really do need to invest in some galoshes.