wet start

rubbing my tired eyes and stretching my heavy arms, i'm looking at my desk deciding that I will usher in spring a bit before its ready, with a good old spring clean up. after all, the phrase 'a messy desk is a messy mind' has been in my head for a couple of days now. its about time i did something about it.

this morning i ran out of the house into the cold rain. it wasn't nice. determined, I thought I'd chase after the bit of blue sky round the corner, which I thought wasn't too far away so in my excitement, I decided against putting more clothes on, rolled up my jeans and ran fast. It was further away than I thought.

I struggled through splashes and puddles, weaving my way through traffic in a desperate chase for relief. Eventually, I made it, the rain began to stop and I could walk. I tried to regain some breath, regretting my earlier choice. The clouds followed, the rain started up again and I was forced to run. again. The clouds pursued and the rain got heavier, they moved faster than me. I tired. My jeans unravelled, my feet and head wet, i resolved that I had lost the game and gave up and decided to get rained on. it was too late anyway.

The funny thing though, was that as soon as I'd made that uncomfortable choice, the clouds changed direction and the rain eased, even more than before. I smiled, defeated. But happy.

I collapsed in my office chair and coughed and spluttered. What a crazy start to the day! I wander what God wants to do and what he wants to say in this wonderful new day he's made?!