Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head!



I've got a vision playing in my mind, that takes place about 20 years from now.  I am 60 years old, carrying my 25 year old Stevie,who won't step foot in the rain.  I'm wondering how that is going to work?

I am sure he'll come to tolerate the rain a bit better by then than he does now, but at this point, his total disgust and fear of the rain is getting worse, not better!

Today I was coming home from taking him to OT, and the darkened skies opened wide, spilling it's heavy rains to the earth.

When we got home, Stevie wanted just one thing:  to be in the house where it was dry.  There was just one problem with this what-should-be easily solved problem.

He has to get though the torrential downpour that is blocking his way between the car and the house.

At first he wouldn't even come near the car door.  When I opened it, with the umbrella in hand, he backed up away from the open-to-the-dreaded-rain door.  He was not ready to face his fear head-on....or, head under, as the case may be.


"Come on, Stevie, I'll carry you!  See?  I have an umbrella to keep you dry. It will be ok!"

"Are you all done? AHHHHH!"

"Stevie, it's ok, I'll carry you in and keep you dry!  Then you can get your blue blanket (his favorite thing)"

"Ahhh!  All Done!" Stevie screams and cries in objection.

It took about 5 minutes of convincing him that it is safe, and worth it, to let me carry him in.  He screamed all the way.  I'm sure the four steps to the porch and four stair-steps up to the door seemed to be more like 4 miles long, with each inch looming with the potential disaster of getting wet...of having "spots" on his shirt...of his shoes having a darker shade of leather than they did before...or...here's the worst... he may get wet hair!

But, it didn't happen.  I kept him dry, just as I promised...all the while getting my own feet wet from walking in puddles since I couldn't see the way while carrying him...my back was spotted with rain drop stains, my shoulders sore from coordinating the umbrella and Stevie at the same time.  But Stevie? He was ok.

Except, he didn't think he was.

If I thought he was screaming before, it was just a minor whimper in comparison to what came next.  Now that he's in the house and dry & safe, he lets loose with the high pitch alarm sounding scream...the one usually reserved for severe pain or terror!

Ignoring his screams, I sit with him by the fire place to get warm and dry.  I grab a extra-comfortable quilted blanket with a rainbow colored sunburst in the center, and wrap it around us both.

He giggles.

I squeeze, and he giggles in relief, again.

I just hold him and warm him and give him squeezes of pressure & hugs that make him feel safe.  (I really don't mind this part at all!)

We cuddle by the fire, feeling safe from the dangers outdoors.

Sometimes we have a storm in our lives, or a dreaded event, or something we just don't like.  And we have to endure it to get to the promised land of comfort & safety. And just like I carried Stevie in the house, God offers to guide and protect us as well, while we "walk through the valley of the shadow of death"  We don't need to fear any evil, for "your rod and your staff, they comfort me." Psalm 23:4

And even though we may be absolutely dreading the path we have to take, and it takes all we have to make that first step out of the door into the arms of God (who's holding us under a really big umbrella), God is there and He carefully takes us to the other side.  God takes the rain on his own shoes and back.  "He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed."

And once we are safe... we may still feel a bit traumatized by the whole thing.  We may still want to throw our fit and scream:  "Did it really have to happen THAT way God???  Couldn't you magically get me here from the car while avoiding the rain???"

And God comes, and takes us by the warm fire of his presence, re-assures us with his Word, and wraps us with the Holy Spirit like a blanket, and comforts us.  And we relax. And we may giggle at how silly we were about the magic tricks, or the situation we dreaded so much but just turned out to be no big deal in comparison to God. "Everything is possible for him who believes." (Mark 9:23)

Often at the point of finally relaxing, we want to just move on. To get up and start doing things that need to be done.  But I encourage you to follow Stevie's example and to not do that.  Treasure the moment. Stop by the fire place and rest, soak in the love of our incredible Savior.  Rest in the presence of God, absorb the Words of God and soak in the comfort of the Holy Spirit.

It's still raining outside here in Maine, and maybe it is still raining where you are too. Maybe you are about to take that first step out of the car to make the journey to the other side, and to you I say:

Fear not, the God of the universe is waiting to take you safely over, hand-in-hand, or perhaps by carrying you all the way.

Originally posted October 6, 2010 on Treasures In The Dust.com

When Your Eyes are Wet

It's quiet today, When Your Eyes Are Wet. Usually the driver honks the horn to alert us that he has driven by, but not today. Today it's silence was loud enough to make it's presence known.

I put on my fleece-lined jacket and step through the cold breeze that nudges me to the end of the driveway and wait. It has been a long day.

Even longer for my boy.

His teacher rode with him, her arm comforting him as his eyes leaked wet down his face.  His eyes are red, his face so sad.

He stands up and and leans in to me as I squeeze him tight.

"He's had a rough afternoon" his teacher says. "I think it's just catching up with him."

I just feel his sadness. His overwhelming sadness.

We walk into the house and with a voice straining to  pull through his tightened neck, he asks for the iPad.

He walks straight to his room, covers himself with his blanket and cries, sweet sad tears.

I just rub his back. I have no words.

He asks for the iPad, again and I show him it is right beside him.

He lays his head on me and we just sit. I wait for him to talk and he rubs the wet off his eyes. "Blow-dry eyes please?".

I get the hair dryer and blow dry his eyes.  His face starts to relax, and the stress blows away with the air and tears.  His eyes closed, he looks like he did when riding with Daddy in the old white Miata with the hood down.

He plays with the iPad, and slowly gets back to his happy place.

45 minutes later, his body has calmed and I hear his giggling coming through smiling eyes...and the call of the peacock. He does an excellent imitation!

It is so hard, to not know what to do, or what happened, or what is wrong when your child is so distraught.  I didn't know what to do, but I felt the whispers to not talk. Just be there.  I felt the pull in my heart to do whatever he asks and when he asked for blow-drying his eyes,  I just did it.

"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it." Isaiah 30:21

I didn't know that blowing dry his eyes would blow away the hard parts of the day and lead him to his happy place, but God did.


When we hit rock bottom, God holds us.  And He rubs our back and comforts us and just lets us be with Him. He knows just what we need, even if it's blow-drying our tears away.

He holds our tears in his bottle and they are precious to him even more than my boy's tears and sadness are precious to me.

There is nothing I'd rather do than just be with Stevie when he is sad, and I'm sure, that more than anything, God wants to be with us in the same way.  

He wants to dry our eyes, and give us comfort and peace.  

Will you let Him?

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God,which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6-7)