It’s Personal

I went to sleep last night with about 63 worries on my mind.

I would have had less to worry about except that I saw Joe my lawn guy. He chose the worst possible moment to show up at my doorstep even though I’ve been asking him to pay me a visit for weeks.

It hadn’t rained in a about 2 weeks. I’d been out of town for a day. My flowers that were dead when I left town were still dead, but the upcoming funeral would also include my trees and my lawn. If brown is your favorite color, you would have appreciated my lawn yesterday afternoon when joe paid me a visit.

I told him God would send rain soon, that I’d pray about it.

He laughed.

I lay in bed for a few minutes before falling asleep, feeling bad about the loss of some of my few twitter followers and burdened about all I have to do in the next couple of weeks.

My last thought before closing my eyes was “I love you Lord”. I often end the day that way, reminding me of whose I am.

Then I woke up groggy and tired. I could tell it wasn’t morning yet. I checked. I was right. Three more hours to go. I never wake up in the middle of the night. I have a gift of sleeping like a baby. Frustrated, I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep.

I couldn’t, my eyes that never fail to stay shut in the early morning when I’m supposed to wake up now just wouldn’t go to sleep.

Try harder, I thought, but that didn’t help.

So I did what any Christian does during those times. I wondered what God could have woken me up for. I have a list of people I pray for, I started making my way down it.

When I suddenly heard it. It started softly, but pretty soon the sound was unmistakable.

It was raining. And raining.

And this morning it’s still raining.

And I’m smiling as I think of all those things on my to do list that are weighing me down, and I’m smiling as I think of joe and his chuckling over my comment about prayer earlier in the day.

And I’m reminded of this:

God loves me.

And it’s personal.

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