The rhythmic patter of rain on the roof serenaded me and finally drew me to the window to watch. Raindrops were falling on tender new rose bush leaves. After a drop fell on each leaf, it drooped down until gravity took the rain to the ground below, then the leaf sprang back up. It was like watching an antique player piano, the keys rising and falling without benefit of anyone sitting on the piano bench. God was playing his own music today.
Outside, everything is clean, the smell is fresh, and the air is clear. Our spirit in the Black Forest has been washed by an unseen hand. We are renewed – and so – now it is our turn to lend a loving hand to the horrific tragedy in Arizona, or the the flood victims back east, or the tornado survivors. Thank goodness there are wonderful organizations in place to step in when tragedy strikes.
I have put a lot of thought into the best way to give back, the best way to help others. A person wants to do something – in the moment – and then the urgency fades as you get back to your normal life. I believe that’s why supporting organization like the Red Cross is such a good way to help because while we return to our daily lives – they prepare for the next disaster that is just around the corner.
I have felt good these past couple of weeks helping my friends who lost their homes – one on one, but I see the big picture too. Volunteering now so I can be trained and ready for the next disaster is my next step. Sometimes, all a person can do is give a monetary gift, but believe me, that is just as needed and often even more helpful. We all do what we can do and thank goodness, America is so good at taking care of each other. Happy 4th of July everyone.