I used to be afraid that the rain won’t stop. But it was God’s promise that He will no longer destroy His people by flood. And I believe in His promise.
Today the rain starts pouring in. The thunder was almost deafening and then rain cleansed the pavement, like a sign that my life too will begin a process of threshing out. Out with the old and in with the new. New beginnings, new promises filled with challenge and hope.
Today, as I read through my course materials for this semester, I realized that it has indeed been, very long since I last digested information that may transform me to the person that God wants me to become. I am very hungry for knowledge but my conviction to achieve and learn subsided as I grew older. Age, a natural force that somehow left me in limbo, is the same ally I am banking on. There is no doubt in my mind that this will require me to do more, twice effort as it would require if I were, say, twenty. But age has its advantages. It makes you see things in a different light.
Yet as I thread each passage, chapter after chapter, I somehow feel connected. Who says that problems can be solved overnight? Not at least for a nation who has suffered decades of sociopolitical crises, one after another. Yet if one would start with the self, with the improvement of one’s understanding of things that are most probably beyond him/herself, then and only then can change happen.
I can smell the rain cleanse the thirsty soil, nourishing it with all the liquid needed to soothe its parched surface. All I need is drop of rain and soon the seeds of hope will start growing. I will be careful not to drown and enjoy it, feel the molecules seep in. If it floods, I will just swim.