We’ve had a lot of rain in our area of Kansas lately. A LOT.
I know better than to complain. We need the moisture. So, we’re happy with rain. Hey, it’s not snow! (Sorry, Colorado!)
With all the rain, we’ve learned how to take advantage of any time that it’s NOT raining and get outside. Even with dark clouds that threaten to drop moisture, we jump at the chance to get outside.
We were taking advantage of one such moment this week. We were itching to get outside that morning. So, even with dark clouds, we ran out: bat, glove, and ball in hand. We were going to play baseball!
My girls grabbed their bikes and started their circle on the driveway, waiting their turn to bat. My 5 year-old son and I stepped onto the (very soft) yard to play some ball.
Not long after we started, we started to feel some moisture. It wasn’t big drops of rain, but there was a drizzle. No big deal. We kept playing.
In a few moments, it started to sprinkle. Okay, still no big deal. We kept playing.
Suddenly, like someone flipped a switch, it started to rain. Not just rain. DOWNPOUR.
The little kids started to squeal with glee as we ran for the garage. We watched the rain fall, dropping into the seemingly-permanent puddle in our driveway.
We got caught in the rain. We ignored the signs of the downpour. We didn’t want it to rain. We wanted to play.
But, rain came, as the clouds had promised.
I didn’t exactly pay attention to what God was telling me. He sent the drizzle. Kind of like saying, “It’s going to start raining soon. Maybe you should think about finding shelter.”
“I’m busy, God.”
Wow. Did I just say that? Yep. I did.
Harder drizzle. God crosses his arms, looks at the sky, and then looks knowingly at me. Maybe He tilts His head toward the open garage.
“Not now, God.”
Did I just do it again?
And God shakes His head at me and my childish ways of disobedience.
I failed the “listen to God” test. Again.
Honestly, I know I’m getting really deep about a little rain. But, I do this in my life. I ignore the signs and the things God is trying to tell me. Then I act surprised when it pours!
In times like this, I’m reminded that I need to listen to that quiet voice inside that nudges me in certain ways. See, the rain was just like a little test. The test title: “Will You Ignore God?”
I scored an F on that test.
But, it was a reminder (one of many in my life) to stop ignoring God’s quiet voice in my heart. It was a reminder to slow down and pay attention to what He may be trying to tell me, even when I’m busy doing what I want to do.