There is something magical and breathtaking about rain falling on the desert, even in winter. There was a great sadness that came over me today, and the storm clouds came in over Tucson, as if to sympathize. It was a cold spell that rolled in today, because the day before it was 70 degrees. The rain would drizzle and spit for awhile, and then the clouds would open up to pale blue sky and sun for a bit, then a dark cloud would rush in and sprinkle some more.
These swings would coincide similarly to my ability to contain my sadness. I started to think that my mood was much like the sky today, here and there pulling it together for some sunshine and losing it again to rain. Like the tears, falling from heaven to sympathize.
I decided that my sadness was caused by an event for which the angels in heaven were in attendance and had an interest in the outcome. Then I began to see the beauty in the sunshine playing joyfully with the clouds, creating mozons and reflections, backlighting and haziness. As I drove towards home, the mountains were shrouded in mist, which always makes them seem like islands and of stunning beauty.
As I observed this, my sadness was tempered with a realization of the eternal nature of God and the vastness of His creation; "Cease striving, and know that I AM God." Psalm 46. The words "the tears of heaven fall like rain" came into my mind and I started to see the heavens pouring out their tears upon the earth
In my Bible study group this evening we looked at the 30th chapter of the book of Isaiah and I ran across this;
"Therefore the Lord longs to be gracious to you,
And therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you.
For the Lord is a God of justice;
How blessed are all those who long for Him.
O people in Zion, inhabitant in Jerusalem, you will weep no longer. He will surely be gracious to you at the sound of your cry; when He hears it, He will answer you. Although the Lord has given you bread of privation and water of oppression, He, your Teacher will no longer hide Himself, but your eyes will behold your Teacher. Your ears will hear a word behind you, "This is the way, walk in it," whenever you turn to the right or to the left" Isaiah 30:18-21
And I was stricken. In this sadness, I have seen a glimpse of the "bread of privation and water of oppression", and in that moment the beauty of the Lord's creation was splendid before my eyes. And I cried out. And my eyes saw the heavens sending tears down to the earth. And I contemplated the restorative and healing nature of water falling upon the desert, and my eyes beheld my Teacher.
Amidst great sadness, is great joy that can be found if one focuses on God. Amidst great suffering is great wisdom and beauty and love. We can choose to focus on the privation and oppressions of your life, or on the countless blessings. We can be resentful, hurt and angry, or thankful, encouraged, and joyous. The choice is ours.
"Who can hold the oceans, in the hollows of His hands?"
Let us pray for the green pastures and still waters offered us in Psalm 23, and the peace and rest that surpasses all understanding. Amen.