Down poured an autumn shower yesterday, like it had to rain a volume for the entire season. I was happy for the trees planted at home, but then again sad; for rain would mean quite another to others.
Lately, some of our dearest aren't having the best gait of their lives.
こんな大雨で、奥さんはどうやって病院へ行くかな。。。 先生が又寂しい一日過ごすんでしょう。。 雨さえ降らなければな。。。
As I battled with the raining questions that challenge to drench what's already a sadly-soaked faith, the Sunday message kept reliving in my head.
Remain in Me. Trust Me.
I fell from a trance to a sleep after watching the rain for some time, only to wake up with a startle. Do you have childhood memories of waking up in the middle of a nightmare? You couldn't recall what the dream was but fear was capable of haunting you by transiting dimensions? I rushed for the door as I needed air badly. And there outside the rain has stopped, the air was cool, sky was clearing up, but my heart was that of a helpless childlike state.
Remain in Me. Trust Me. How?
I noticed an aunt passing by, watching me. In order not to confuse her with my perhaps uncollected countenance I pretended to study the maple tree. But she hanged around, so I faced her eventually... 'Let me show you something good' she said and made her point.
If you look carefully, it's a double.
While Christians have this biblical understanding about rainbow, my believing years have sort of got it reformulated. Like a private covenant between God and myself, it's an reassurance, a sign that He understands. And God's control ensues, there's nothing I need to see to or hold on to so badly. I can't anyway.
When it looked like the sun wasn’t gonna shine anymore, God put a rainbow in the clouds.
This is how my faith has got me going on through the years. It's tailored for me. 'Remain in Me, trust Me' my Tailor says.