2nd April 2020
Lying down on my bed while the littlest has a nap and the older two watch some afternoon ABC kids I listen to the rain falling gently on our roof.
The sound is especially reassuring – my senses seem to be all heightened these days. The tapping of those raindrops soothes with its wonderfully familiarity. There is something about the way it fills up the space as I pause to listen, allowing my attention to be fully absorbed by it. Something about it eases my mind. The constant worried chatter in my head is drowned out as I simply listen to the rain; and the birds; and that lone plane.
It’s so nice to pause and listen and contemplate something else other than this virus and its never ending far reaching effects.
It’s so nice to allow myself a moment in which to be soothed by God’s gracious gift of rain, of birds, of His constant care and attention to all, in all, and through all. The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want…
It’s so wonderful that I am finally able to breathe – deeply and fully – feeling tension momentarily melt away as I remember to breathe and to trust and to notice: that all is not lost, all is not gone wrong, God is still here, God is still good and sneaky afternoon naps, and sleeping toddlers, and quality free to air kids tv, and rain, and birds are still just the thing for tired and weary mums.