The sky opens up after weeks and weeks of nothing but teasing clouds and just enough precipitation to hold us over. Just enough. My mind holds that phrase, twisting and turning it until it settles right, until just enough simply becomes enough.
When will it ever be enough?
Fat and heavy, raindrops come crashing to windshield as if they’ve been waiting just as long as we have. As if they’re giving this all they’ve got.
Thunder rolled earlier and hope threatened to spring out of chest, but fear of disappointment quickly and quietly caged it inside. We’ve heard the thunder before–the rumbling of possibility and a change in conditions somewhere in the distance–only to watch the skies remain the same.
But today? Today, the heavens have opened. The long-awaited has finally arrived and all I can think is it’s about time.
There were days when we could barely stand the heat. We spent our prayers on rain, on relief. The waiting stretched on and our spirits stretched with it, bending and curving in places we feared wouldn’t stand.
It seems like life requires a good stretching of our faith sometimes.
It also seems like the waiting makes us weak and strong all at the same time, somehow working the will of a good Father.
I watch in wonder as streams of water trail down my window, letting hope settle in the hollow crevice of my chest where it likes to hide. Allowing both the wait and the long-awaited to be part of my story.
Allowing the just enough to be enough for me.
I send a small smile in Heaven’s direction. It’s about time.