These Rainy Days
There is something about rainy days.
Where I work, I can't see the sky
or tell if it's rainy or sunny.
Sometimes I leave work and I take a step out the door and am blinded by the light of day.
I remind myself that come winter,
when the sun streams upon the snow, I should remember to wear sunglasses when I leave.
You know how it is when the sun is full upon the white snow.
Today, as the last of the wall units were completed by both the production lines, I grabbed my pink umbrella from my wooden podium and walked to the break-room where I slid my time-card through the machine. It read 1:09.
And as the days have been rather cold and my route to my car is through the plant,
today I decided to step out the door at the back of the break-room and walk around the perimeter of the building instead.
There was no blinding light.
The air was cool and clean.
There was a moist humidity and I breathed this air deeply.
I tend to take shallower breaths at work because of the dust and you can imagine the delight of breathing fresh, dust-free air.
Rain does this kind of thing.
The weight of these droplets washes impurities and debris out.
My eyes could see clearly without the stress of adjustment.
Everything seemed so real and visible as lungs breathed in and eyes took in easily. Desiring.
Drinking it all in.
Amazing the feeling of freedom after captivity. Not that work in itself is captivity, but in a sense, it is.
"What do you enjoy doing in your private time"? The question was posed to the guys at work today. One is a professional salsa dancer. That is really cool. One makes digital music and people stream it and enjoy it.
Interesting what sacrifices of life we must make in exchange for a paycheck.
Humanity needs creativity for the spirit to breath.
I love rainy days because they draw out of me the real and raw - the desire to observe myself and the things around me and write.
My spirit has a chance to breath.
Just as our physical bodies have a reaction to being in a building all day without the chance to see the light of day. The way the lungs react instinctively to smells and dust in the air.
Our spirits do this same kind of thing. We shrivel inside in atmospheres that are harsh, dry, with too much coming at us or not enough of the sweet and precious life we were meant to take in.
Spiritual life.
Breathing in the flow of God's precious Spirit as we worship.
The softening and cleansing that happens on the inside when God speaks to us as we read His precious Words. We cry. Our dry and weary spirit soaks up the preciousness. It's God's healing water that we so desperately need moment by moment.
We never get enough.
We live spiritually dehydrated.
So much like our physical life.
Ah sweet rain. Thanks for falling today. Thanks for relieving some of the stress from my eyes and breathing just by nature of your qualities.
Where I work, I can't see the sky
or tell if it's rainy or sunny.
Sometimes I leave work and I take a step out the door and am blinded by the light of day.
I remind myself that come winter,
when the sun streams upon the snow, I should remember to wear sunglasses when I leave.
You know how it is when the sun is full upon the white snow.
Today, as the last of the wall units were completed by both the production lines, I grabbed my pink umbrella from my wooden podium and walked to the break-room where I slid my time-card through the machine. It read 1:09.
And as the days have been rather cold and my route to my car is through the plant,
today I decided to step out the door at the back of the break-room and walk around the perimeter of the building instead.
There was no blinding light.
The air was cool and clean.
There was a moist humidity and I breathed this air deeply.
I tend to take shallower breaths at work because of the dust and you can imagine the delight of breathing fresh, dust-free air.
Rain does this kind of thing.
The weight of these droplets washes impurities and debris out.
My eyes could see clearly without the stress of adjustment.
Everything seemed so real and visible as lungs breathed in and eyes took in easily. Desiring.
Drinking it all in.
Amazing the feeling of freedom after captivity. Not that work in itself is captivity, but in a sense, it is.
"What do you enjoy doing in your private time"? The question was posed to the guys at work today. One is a professional salsa dancer. That is really cool. One makes digital music and people stream it and enjoy it.
Interesting what sacrifices of life we must make in exchange for a paycheck.
Humanity needs creativity for the spirit to breath.
I love rainy days because they draw out of me the real and raw - the desire to observe myself and the things around me and write.
My spirit has a chance to breath.
Just as our physical bodies have a reaction to being in a building all day without the chance to see the light of day. The way the lungs react instinctively to smells and dust in the air.
Our spirits do this same kind of thing. We shrivel inside in atmospheres that are harsh, dry, with too much coming at us or not enough of the sweet and precious life we were meant to take in.
Spiritual life.
Breathing in the flow of God's precious Spirit as we worship.
The softening and cleansing that happens on the inside when God speaks to us as we read His precious Words. We cry. Our dry and weary spirit soaks up the preciousness. It's God's healing water that we so desperately need moment by moment.
We never get enough.
We live spiritually dehydrated.
So much like our physical life.
Ah sweet rain. Thanks for falling today. Thanks for relieving some of the stress from my eyes and breathing just by nature of your qualities.
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