My Rainfall Measurer
I looked out on my deck at my personal rainfall measurer. It’s a cheap glass vase I leave outside that helps me decide whether or not to water my lawn and trees. So I looked at it and I thought, “Well, that sums up the week!”.
People might take that as a bad thing. Some folks had to deal with some major flooding because of all the rain we got. Others had to deal with even more profound consequences. The news anchors complained every day, every time the weather man was introduced.
In fact, I did hit some personal lows this week. I failed to meet some goals I’d set for myself. I failed miserably. I worried all week about an upcoming meeting. I didn’t feel needed at work. I remembered the sadness of 9/11. And the list could go on.
But, as I drove home from church today, I admired all the green trees and the green lawns and the late summer blooms. That’s the way I like to see my Virginia. I relived the victory of having done something that was extremely hard for me on Saturday. I felt thankful for a church service that focused on hope. I looked forward to receiving a piece of furniture I ordered for my kitchen. And the list could go on.
I got home, took a picture of my rainfall measurer, and dumped out the water. Let the new week begin.
