A couple of weeks ago, I finally got around to a major project we’d been planning. We purchased an old beat up canoe, cleaned it up, and planned to make it a planter. But, I could never decide what I wanted to put into the canoe. So it sat. Empty.
Then one day, out of the blue, my husband said “Let’s go finish the canoe project”. We ran to the local nursery center and I shopped with wild abandon. Grabbing an assortment of colors, textures, etc. The beauty of starting with an empty planter is that the project didn’t take long to complete. There was nothing to clean out, just something to fill. Holes drilled into the base for drainage, rocks added to assist drainage, soil, mulch, compost. Then I filled it with a variety of flowers. My husband asked, “is that enough” and I reassured him the flowers would fill the empty spaces over time.
Then the rains came.
A lot of rain.
Like every single day, all day long rain.
If you step into my yard right now, water rises up around your feet because the ground is so saturated. So is the canoe.
And yet, despite the dreary rain… all the water… gray skies… interruptions to my plans…
I’ve been able to witness the beauty of what water brought to that canoe project.
The flowers are in full alert, growing, and filling out. Color jumps out at me, and I smile every time I see it.
However, to get this moment… we needed the rain.
To see the beauty in the rain. To see the growth in the rain.
Sometimes, we need the rains and the storms. They nourish us and encourage us to grow. Maybe we need to stop viewing all the storms (trials, complications, obstacles) as bad things… but instead as a force that will create momentum in our life.
Even the storms that seem to wipe everything away and knock us off our feet, will be followed by new life and new opportunity.
The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.