My big Kansas sky, that I audaciously call “mine” was shining full bright sunshine in the west while darker clouds and rain streaks suspended themselves in the eastern sky and added a touch of fancy to the show by dangling a rainbow down with a flourish.
A rainbow is a promise of remembrance and I relished the beauty of the sky from west to east.
Water and rain have both been circling in my thoughts.
Fresh water is life. And gift. Running water is a luxury. And I pretty much take it for granted. Our running water quit on us Saturday evening. I turned on my basement sink faucet and instead of the usual steady stream, the only response was a bit of a sputter.
My first inclination in these situations is always to be a bit grumpy and annoyed with the inconvenience. Running water is supposed to run, thank you very much!!! Yet, then I stop and it always gives me pause to remember what a gift, water and indoor plumbing are, and how grateful I am for them!
After some looking and messing with contacts and pressure tank, my farmer man fixed the issue and water once more ran easily from our faucets.
Sunday night brought us an inch and a half of rain and I was again flooded with gratitude over water, and the refreshing and life it was offering, as it sank into dry and thirsty soil and roots of wheat and grass and trees greedily drank it in.
And an unseen cycle carries on as well, as the welcome rain replenishes water tables and provides water for the well pumping it to my plumbing and out those faucets when I open the tap.
I watched the rainbow and I thought about promises and the God Who Sees and the God Who Provides and the God Who Hears and I thought again about water and the reminder I had last weekend to REMEMBER to give focused thanksgiving for it as I step into my hot shower, sip from my glass of ice water or gaze outside at a greening-up spring world!