Worry sinks its teeth into the succulent bounty of that first rain drop, extracting more liquid than exists there. It delights in our defenses, and prepares to expand into fear. Fear takes over with vengeance, and the chatter begins in our minds. What if, behind that one rain drop there is a downpour? Was that a crack of thunder? Could those be funnel clouds in the distance?
That rain drop is different for each of us, and it often has the power to morph. It can be insecurity in relationships or in our work. It can be the uncertainty of our own self worth. It can be the angst that sets into our hearts when someone we love is facing illness or heartache. Whatever the droplet, I believe that our challenge is the same. Our task is to tip our chin toward the sky, rather than turn away from or deny the rain. It is to allow that one drop to fall and consider that it may be a passing drizzle, it may just be one drop, or it may be a monsoon; but there is little we can do to change it. Worry feasts on the skills we need to face life's storms. When we allow the "worst case scenario" to take up space in our thoughts, fear gobbles up hope, optimism, faith, and even reason. I am finding deep peace in learning to observe the first rain drop without judgement. I'm challenging myself to allow faith to step forward rather than fear. I invite you to do the same. I'm hopeful that in doing so, we might find that picnics in the rain are romantic, that plants take to a new location better in the rain, that new colors happen when wet paper streamers bleed into each other.