The rain is falling today.
It’s indiscriminate. The rain doesn’t care who it falls on.
If you go out in the rain you will get wet.
It falls on the powerful and the meek.
It falls on the just and unjust
Yesterday the sun was shining
It didn’t care; the sun doesn’t care who it touches
If you went into the sun, you received it’s rays filled with vitamin D
It shone on those who were happy and those who mourned
It shone on those with COVID19 and those without alike.
Sometimes I feel caught up in my shoulds….
What should I be doing? How should I be feeling? Who should I be, now in the middle of this world crises.
God reminds me, God is my God, and the God of those who are angry, and the God of those who are terrified, or alone.
God is still my God when I feel those things. The sun still shines on me and the rain still makes me wet.
And if I’m just scraping to make ends meet: physically, monetarily, intellectually or emotionally. God is still my God then too.
You can’t be too anything for God: too good or too bad, too straight or too queer, too rich or too poor, too sad or too happy.
God promises, no matter what, God will be our God.
And I’m glad, in this time when I can’t touch many people–I can feel the drops of rain on my tongue and the warmth of the sun between my shoulders.
Remind me whoever I feel too much, or too little God that these are not your limits. Allow me to take comfort in the sun and the rain I pray. Amen.