It’s raining. Again. I can almost relate to Noah. We can’t get in the fields. We can’t use outdoor arenas. We can’t mow lawn. We just watch it rain and listen to sump pumps that work and put down towels and pans to catch the water coming in where the roof leaks.
However even in the rain some things are beautiful. Leaves in fall. The sound of the rain on the roof. The mist in the morning. But mostly the leaves. On my drive up north usually I stop to take pictures of the fall tree colors as they explode across the Wisconsin countryside. They are exploding… but I am not stopping. It’s raining too hard. Even with the rain, the trees are beautiful. Perhaps even a bit more because right now we need to see beauty. Rain, especially for this long and with this much, we are struggling to find the beauty in the mud. But when we look up at the trees, the beauty cannot be denied even with rain droplets on our glasses and dripping off the leaves. Perhaps it’s God reminding us that there is a beauty we miss when we don’t look up. There is a beauty that we need to reignite when we look at the simple things amidst the uncomfortable and let the beauty be more prominent. There is beauty…. even in the rain.
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