Praying for Personal Rain

personal rainI live in California and as you may know, our golden state is experiencing a severe drought. We’re in desperate need of rain.

This weekend, I joined thousands of people in praying and fasting for rain to fall on our parched piece of the country. And today, I woke up to the sound of water pitter-pattering against my window and slurping down my waterspouts.

Beautiful.

Actually, not really. I mean, I know how much we need the rain, but I am not a big fan of rainfall in itself. Maybe I would feel better about it if I had some awesome rain gear, but seeing as we don’t get that much rain around here even when we’re not suffering a drought, that investment just isn’t at the top of my list. So, when push comes to shove…

I don’t particularly like rain.

I don’t like how dark it gets inside our house when it rains. I don’t like how limited our little family’s outdoor activities become. I don’t like how tired and dreary I feel. I don’t like how my car window fogs up and how my car skids over puddles. I don’t like how water sneaks into my sneakers and makes the hems of my pants wet. (hems which I then step on with my already-sopping socks)

No, there’s plenty about rain that I don’t like.

Then again, I do like to drink water. I do like to eat food that desperately depends on water to grow. I do like to take showers.

Also, about 60% of my body is water, and I’d like to keep it that way.

In other words: I need rain.

So I pray for rain, and try to endure it when it splatters down upon me in all its wet but life-giving glory.

And I also get to thinking…what if, like rain for California, there are other things that I don’t particularly want or like but should still be praying and fasting for? Personal rain, even? Experiences, people, or things that will save me from an oncoming internal drought, or even pull me out from a current one?

Maybe my spiritual, mental, emotional, and even physical health is in desperate need of a hearty personal rainfall that I don’t want or like. For someone like me, who’d rather pray and fast for a seventy-degree blue-sky day with a smattering of wispy clouds to filter the sharpness of the sun, this thought is sobering. Especially because it makes me realize that spiritually speaking, a (to me) perfect day may not be what I need right now. (but, oh, how I want it!!)

I am still thinking about what personal rainfall to pray for (and if I dare pray for it). Maybe I will come to discover I’m already standing smack-dab in the middle of a downpour. Some days, it definitely feels like it.

But while I figure things out, I am determined to make the most of this California rain. By staying out of its way.

As it turns out, I do like to burrow into a warm blanket.

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