The rain doesn’t help with the I’ve-been-abandoned blues, either…
Lest I’ve tricked my readers into believing that it is always exquisitely sunny and beautiful here (since those are the only days I am outdoors to take photographs), I figure I better post a reality check, as taken from my bedroom window:
Show’s how I’ve been home from my mission for some time (I was a missionary in Ireland for my church from 2000-2001) –it wasn’t until just now at the end of the day that I thought about how glad I am that I don’t have to be out in it, and remembered the missionaries…who are. Because believe you me, I know what it is to be on a bicycle and absolutely drenched through and through, as the water glides down your legs and into your shoes; and since you’re wearing a skirt, the water gathers into a swimming hole in your lap. Those were the days!
Haha– that just triggered a memory of riding our bikes home on one of these sopping wet days, and hearing Ady yell to me in a long sing-songy call, “are you wet-a?” And me shouting back, “yes I am-a…” When we got back, soaking wet but quite cheerful, Ady offered a prayer: “Heavenly Father, we are so grateful… to be… wet.” At which point I peeked my eyes open and interrupted her, “we are?” She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Well, yeah. We had so much fun!” I couldn’t argue that one. I was indeed grateful to be wet. So I let her finish her prayer.
But right now I’m grateful to be dry. :)