Make it RAIN

When the sins of my father

Weigh down in my soul

And the pain of my mother

Will not let me go

Well, I know there can come fire from the sky

To refine the purest of kings

And even though

I know this fire brings me pain

Even so

And just the same

Make it rain

Make it rain down, Lord

Make it rain

Oh, make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain down, Lord

Make it rain

Make it rain

And the seed needs the water

Before it grows out of the ground

But it just keeps on getting hotter

And the hunger more profound

Well, I know there can come tears from the eyes

But they may as well be in vain

Even though

I know these tears come with pain

Even so

And just the same

Make it rain

Make it rain down, Lord

Make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain down, Lord

Make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain [x8]

And the seas are full of water

That stops by the shore

Just like the riches of grandeur

That never reach the poor

And let the clouds fill with thunderous applause

And let lightning be the veins

And fill the sky

With all that they can drop

When it’s time

To make a change

Make it rain

Make it rain down, Lord

Make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain

Make it rain down, Lord

It’s how you FINISH

Look at this sweet little guy. 


My surprise peony. 

I accidentally planted him upside down last year.  I didn’t realize it until a month after planting, when I read a gardening article. Oops! 

Well, here he is. Sturdy and strong, despite an upside down beginning. 

Makes my heart happy. 

Maybe it isn’t how you start, after all. Maybe it’s how you finish. 

Hello Monday

Monday! Fresh new week and fresh new task list. Love that! 

My inbox is quickly filling up. My plan is to start with the quick and easy tasks and tackle others as the day progresses. Work tasks and home tasks will dance around the top priority of providing childcare. 

There is one carryover work item that keeps getting shuffled to the bottom of the task list. 

I’m stumped on a blog post that has stayed in my inbox for a couple of weeks. I don’t even have a title because I’m not sure of the focus of the piece yet. 

The blog post started as I began to explore my feelings about a comment I overheard. 

About me. 

It’s interesting when you hear someone answer a question about you, with complete confidence. In this case, their answer was incorrect. Not malicious, necessarily, just wrong. Black and white wrong, as it’s a yes or no question. She answered no. The answer is actually yes. 

Easy enough. Until I started to mull over the opinion she threw in. Hence, the bigger picture question, full of pitfalls and debate, no clear cut answer that fits the masses. I’ll share that question when I know which direction I am going in, in my not yet titled blog post. 

I’m aware, of course, that I cannot provide complete journalistic objectivity of the bigger picture question and it’s tireless debate. I’m also aware that there is no pat answer to this particular question. 

There is only the question. And everyone’s differing opinion as the answer. 

My feelings aside, the layers of my interest also include the issue of interest versus gossip, this person’s opinion of her own answer, my little bit of sadness for her for her opinion, the outdated debate of the question itself, authenticity, choice, building up versus tearing down, and, of course, the social questions of appropriateness and manners. 

Should I have said “I couldn’t help but overhear…” and answered the question correctly? Maybe. 

Should I have taken the next opportunity that day to randomly mention the subject in conversation so as to answer the question correctly? Maybe. 

I chose to just let it go that day, actively choosing grace, saying nothing. 

Ultimately, her answer makes no difference to my life. What my family and I choose, and how I choose to live my life is between me and God, and me and my family, and me and my friends. 

There is so much peace in living your life in an authentic way, choosing grace, choosing a life that suits you and brings contentment. 

Working in the field of your calling brings the grounding of intrinsic joy, grace and peace. Hard work is “well-tended garden” satisfying, knowing I am right where I need to be make tedious work a blessing. It provides a quiet confidence that feels no need to explain or defend. 

I’ll finish up that blog post in good time. No worries. 


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