Windshield Wipers & God

Good early evening dear friends. I only have a few minutes to chat, but I wanted to share something with you. But before I get to that here are the usuals. My body is feeling great today {and it's cold and rainy}, but that nasty fatigue has plagued me all freaking day. I have a follow up with my doc tomorrow, so I'm preparing myself for the details coming from that visit. At most my meds are going to be increased.

So remember the little darling love of my life otherwise known as Nehemiah. Yeah well he did great sleeping in his room last night…or so I thought. I woke up this morning and who was laying next to me, that's right, Nehemiah. When he woke up this is how our conversation went,

Me: Nehemiah, did you wake me up before you got in my bed?

Nehemiah: Nope because you would tell me to go back in my own bed.

Me: Why did you come in my bed Nehemiah?

Nehemiah: Um… {long pause} I had a nightmare that I didn't have a family because they were all in Heaven.

That kid sure knows how to bank on my heart strings! So of course I scoop him up and ensure him that all of the family is fine and I tell him that I love him and how great he is and then I realize something. Nehemiah pondered a moment before answering why he came into my bed, and then he started his sentence with "um." So now the mommy radar goes off; my kid just played me. There was no nightmare {he would have woken me up}, the little booger just didn't want to stay in his bed! So I look into Nehemiah's eyes and ask him again why he got in my bed and this time I get…I don't want to talk about it, and he jumps off my lap and goes on his merry little way. Grrrrr. Gasp. Foot stomp. When did the kid get smarter than the parent? What am I going to do with this little pistol!

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Ok so now onto what I want to share. I had a discovery yesterday while driving to work. As you know I hate rain. The dampness, the dark skies, and the spots it leaves on your glasses, the coldness; yes, I hate every aspect of rain. Well while I was driving something hit me {not physically}, and I suddenly welcomed the rain. I watched as each drop fell on my windshield only to be wiped away. More rain would fall, and sooner or later the wiper blades would come on and do its job.

The rain reminded me of all the tears I have cried over the past few months. Tons of tears for various reasons. The wiper blades reminded me of God. See, the rain would stay on the windshield if the wipers were not turned on. My tears would continue to pile on my heart if I didn't ask God to wipe them away. Just like the wiper blades cannot do their job if you don't turn them on, God can't come in and intervene in your life unless you invite Him. Once the wiper blades were turned on, more rain could fall on the windshield but they couldn't stay there. They will keep getting wiped away. So, the tears that come from hurt and pain can continue to come, but they can't stay. God will eventually wipe them away. So, I said all that to say that I must constantly remind myself that no matter how many tears I will cry, I can always depend on God to wipe them away. Make sense?