Come in with the rain

The first drop darkens the pavement, followed by a thousand others that run and blend and wash away the dirt, the filth, making rivers in the crevices. Autumn is here. Rustling leaves, rolling clouds, and sporadic sunbreaks mark this favorite season of mine. The torrent slows, the sky parts, and the rainbow colored trees shudder in the breeze. Times, they are a changin'.

One of my favorite authors eloquently remarked that “One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off the limb.”   ― Jan Karon

I feel as though the last month has been that exact process- the dead leaf of a once vibrant faith has been slowly pushed off--making way for a more mature and centered faith. I'm sure this process will happen many times over in my life--as I enter new phases and relationships. The year of academia that followed the year of emotional upheaval and death, further tore my faith--it was a gutted house. I was between the rock of the faith I had so "easily" rooted my life on, and the hard place of devoting my mind to studying a subject that solely looks to the observable. The Sunday platitudes felt hollow and my coursework offered little hope outside of this life--where was I really rooted?

The storm percolated and I was forced to make a choice-cling to the dead leaf, or let it fall and hope that I found faith somewhere. It wasn't until I finally began to read for fun--when it actually seemed like fun, rather than an academic duty, that the storm clouds broke. It was as surprising as feeling the first weighty drop of rain, the moment of clarity, as I re-read "miracles" by C.S. Lewis.  In grateful relief his words were used to unclench me from the binds of a failing faith. In the beginning of the book he remarks that what the Naturalist fails to realize is that they are using their minds to understand and claim that the physical is all there is. Exactly, this doesn't demean the study of what is observable, if anything, it adds meaning to it! The puzzle fit, the rain cleansed, the storm passed. Reconciliation and renewed faith came in with the rain of belief and behavior.  Reminding me that I don't have to know and explain everything, we all walk by faith. I can trust my Savior to come in like the rain--renewing, refreshing, redeeming.