Sometimes I cannot help being a grouch. I guess it is what happens to a person when they get older. They get older, grouchier and grumpier.
The past several weeks I was grouchy about the weather. What’s there to grouch about nowadays? I would grouch about politics, but it is a world of craziness. I suppose good people go to Washington, DC, but they don’t stay good for long. Thus, I have given up grouching about politicians and politics and such.
Among the good things about grouching about the weather is that there is nothing you can do about the weather. You may not like the weather. You may want a different kind of weather. However, there is actually nothing you can do to alter the weather on the outside.
Over time, I have realized that if I wanted to wager on which day it was going to rain, it’d be the day I wash my car. When I am out there washing my car, Mother Nature is looking down on me grinning one of her sarcastic grins, knowing that she is going to send rain my way that day.
I still like grouching about the weather. After all, you will need to grouch about something and I would rather grouch about something which I had nothing whatsoever to do with then something that I could change.
The other day I began downtown and the sky was bright and sunny. Twenty minutes later, it had been raining cats and dogs.
Three weeks ago at Coral Springs Wildlife Removal, we purchased a brand-new lawnmower. We have never been able to use it so we do not know if it actually works or not.
Considering the rain condition, we are in I often wonder about how Noah felt about the rain in his day. He built an ark and there wasn’t a drop of rain available. He told everyone that it was going to rain; nobody had ever seen rain before and did not know what he was talking about.
For 100 years, Noah was building his ark and telling people that the rain was coming shortly. They laughed at him and probably he was the first person called The Rainman. They were not laughing so much when the rain actually did come. When I thought it was about over, there was a crackling thunder and the rain came down worse than before.
My wife looked at me and said,”What would you like to go outside for?” Because there’s nothing for me to do outdoors and furthermore, I’m not allowed to perform any repair work on the outside by decree of the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. No matter how bad something is broken, five minutes with me and it will be worse than before. That is, according to her estimation.
I tried to keep quiet for a few more minutes, but lo and behold, out came more grouchiness. I guess a person my age has a lot of grouchy to come out, but there is never an appropriate time.
“I’m getting so tired,” I said,”of this rain coming rather than stopping. When will the rain ever stop? I can do without all this rain.”
At that moment, my wife came into the room where I had been sitting and stared at me for a few minutes. She has those stares that penetrate straight to the soul and back out again. I was reluctant to say anything at that moment.
Then, placing both hands on her hips, she said,”What would we do without rain?”
I didn’t know whether that was a rhetorical question or if she was grilling me about our situation. She then turned around and went back to the kitchen to her job.
It did, however, caused me to think a little bit about that. Where in the world would we be if it didn’t rain when it was supposed to rain?
If it weren’t for rain, we would not have the beautiful land we now have. The farmer’s fields would not grow. The gardener’s vegetables would not grow. The florist’s would lose all their flowers.
Thinking along these lines, I came to a conclusion. It is important in this world in order for it to rain. Rain has a way of making everything grow and be healthy. “Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains” (Psalm 147:7-8). You can’t make it rain and you cannot make it stop. However, every rain has a positive effect on the world around us.
I can’t control the rain, neither can I control much of the elements in my life but I can have a thankful heart like David, knowing that after the rain the flowers will blossom.