Clouds and Weather — Outside — and In Us

Good Morning, God

I’m in bed — relishing a Sabbath rest — and pondering “weather.” Yesterday morning Ian burst into my bedroom at 8:30 READY for the promised breakfast at Jerry Bob’s restaurant. As we set out the sky was its usual clear blue. In fact, it was SO sunny that I offered Ian the sunglasses that Sandy had left in the car.

On the way home I was delighted by this puffy white cloud that was appearing over our mountains. Then I got busy with other things — yes, God, mostly things instead of the boys — and it wasn’t

until I was driving Mark to a friends at noon that I noticed how full of clouds the sky had become.

Later that afternoon, when I was taking Ian off to buy him sunglasses that fit, the sky became covered by a mass of grey — not even distinct enough to be called clouds. Ian and I chatted happily and went on to Basha’s for his preferred cheese (Boars Head Red Wax white sharp cheddar cheese) and hot dogs, etc. Then shortly after we got home it did actually rain! At first it was so soft and gentle I could barely hear it. But I sat outside to smell it and listen as it became a steady pitter pat.

Then, Ian came out with his cell phone — talking to his mom in Australia — YIKES! Ian had been overcome by his “inner weather” and I had missed it. So, PLEASE, God, help me to focus on my grandsons and not on STUFF. Help me to hear what is not said — and to go slow enough to maybe see the “clouds” of inner weather.