Rain, rain came today
and always comes on Friday
with a quick torrential shower
that floods the yard
and knocks out power
In the pantry, be sure to leak
of the mess, I dare not speak
Thunder slaps and house shakes
A trail of wetness my dog makes
Pig squeals to come in
Protests come from the drenched hen
Peaceful day into upheaval
Abandon attempts at sanity retrieval
Outside, still it pours
Beating on the windows and the doors
Gushing out of the sky
all the tears I cannot cry
So, that is my day. Exhaustion overload seems to be the theme of May. Our quick weekend getaway was much needed after this last week. Starting with another in-school suspension for our foster daughter, another diagnosis added to our daughter (Lyme's Disease), and drama caused by my step-dad who is gallivanting around Florida with an ex, I was ready to go away. Antarctica was sounding better every moment. But, our getaway was nice just not restful.
Which is probably why I feel the way I do...
Have you ever had those days where inside you just want to cry but you can't because you know it would be like the opening of a dam? Instead of crying, I have been reading Psalms about people crying out to God. Then today, watching the news about Oklahoma, I counted my blessings and prayed for the residents there. The Lord hears and knows our pains and sufferings. He answers the cries of His children. In our ever-changing circumstances, He is constant. He is always good, always faithful, always God.