What do you do on a rainy day?
We haven't had one for a while. But this Shabbat, the last one of 2025, God gifted us with rain.
I love the sounds of the rain. I love the smells and the green that suddenly appear in the trees, the clear air that fills your lungs when you breathe it, and the total rest your body goes into. Ahhh, almost like a rugged doll.
Since September, I have had to choose the times when I leave the house. My back is still hurting, and my steps are measured so the pain will not attack me on every turn. Today, I chose to stay at home, listening to the raindrops between the thunder and alternating between the kitchen and the rest of the house.
As I heard the rain falling, I thought of Poo, who said that resting is doing something, and that's ok. So I relaxed and let my thoughts form circles in my frontal lobe, and I just pondered.
Over the last three months, I've been fasting on some days, praying for myself and others, and asking God some hard questions. "Why" is never answered, so more complicated questions took its place. This morning, as I allowed my thoughts to wander, simple ideas formed.
In the beginning God...created... God the Creator.
...the spirit of God was hovering... God the Spirit
Let there be light... God the Messiah. I am the light of the world. The Saviour.
Right. Yes. The Triune God. The one who is three. The one who has three main characters, or three attributes, or three parts.
The spirit who is everywhere, a light without darkness at all.
The one who heals. Creates healings. Hover over illness and separate its darkness from healing light. The One who brings salvation and helps us to recover.
I can ask Him. I can believe in Him. I can trust that He will answer. He can create, re-create, hover over and remove the darkness and pain from His creation.
Let us make man in our image, after our likeness...
A healthy image filled with the spirit so it can live. Healthy.
So I gained some confidence that my prayers are being heard and answered.
My list was long. We are still at war, and another 17 girl-child was stabbed and died yesterday. Two more citizens were wounded. soldiers are wounded. A nation in trauma. Another childhood friend died and was buried last week. I stopped counting. I've missed all the funerals this year.
Many around me are sick. All ages. Some use medication, others food supplements, and most use both.
As I'm writing this, I slide off my chair, screaming "Willie" for help. Hurt the wounded body. Thinking that maybe tomorrow the hospital will let me have an appointment for the allocated Bone Mapping, and maybe I can get the operation done, to alleviate the pain.
Then I recall the earlier verses.
... for I am the Lord that healeth thee.
So I turn back to Him, thanking Him that there is no trauma, and with Willie's help, I get off the floor on my feet, encouraging my faith to rise and pray and hope.
A bit of sun is shining outdoors. I trust the Lord will heal. All I need now is patience.
Shabbat Shalom.
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