Sundays get pretty busy this time of year. With the holidays fast approaching and year-end financial data coming due, it isn’t uncommon for me to leave the house for church meetings at 6 o’clock in the morning — and stay there, sometimes until later than 9 o’clock at night.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the opportunity to serve, but it does definitely take it out of you, especially for an antisocial hermit like me.
Today, however, I was able to break away from meetings just long enough to run home for a quick bite to eat, feed the pigs, and play with my girls for a minute or two.
The rain was falling gently as I splashed across the church parking lot to get into my truck. And as I climbed into the seat, shut the door, and sat there fumbling for my keys, I could hear the raindrops tapping on the roof and windshield.
Don’t you just love the sound of falling rain?
I don’t know why, but it always reminds me of camping…
I just closed my eyes and listened to it for a minute, and as I did so, I could feel the stress and tension in my shoulders just loosen up and drift away.
It was like an actual physical burden had been lifted off my shoulders.
Kinda reminded me of the promise given by the Savior:
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest
“Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
“For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
God certainly does lighten our loads — and sometimes He does it in unexpected ways.
Today, I’m grateful for raindrops!