Kyrk wrote this sharing about his night last night.
Last night as I lay in bed I heard a strange sound. It was water running, a sound that normally I wouldn’t hear. It was 1: 48 in the morning and I decided I needed to go check what it was. I got up put on my shorts and T-shirt slipped on my crocs and went outside, down the steps into the pond area behind our house. Stepping in a puddle, soaking my feet, I find the cause. It’s a drain pipe from the yard above pouring into a puddle creating the noise that rudely awoke me. Seeing as it’s not raining I decide I needed to check out why there’s water running here. As I start back up the steps out of the pond, light rain begins to fall. I decide I needed an umbrella and go back to the house.
As I leave I take a quick check of the rain gauge, 1 1/2 inches. As I make my way to the upper yard where the water was coming from, my feet getting wetter with every step I take, the rain starts to fall harder. After wading through what seemed to be knee-deep water, actually only a couple of inches, I realize there are no pipes broken and were not losing water out of a cistern. It’s just the water from the rain draining out of the zoo yard that was keeping me awake.
Safely back at my house I quickly grab a towel to dry off my feet and head back to bed. The rain continues to fall growing steadily harder by the minute. As I lay there in bed I begin to think about all the people living in tents. My mind races back to early childhood memory camping. I can remember having an annoying little drip that would make the corner of my sleeping bag a little damp. What an irritation that was. I can remember thinking boy I wish we were back in the house, I hate camping in the rain. I quickly confess for complaining about wet feet when I had a towel to dry them off with a warm bed to crawl back into.
The rain seemed to be falling harder now like thousands of little fists pounding their way down to the ground. Once there, they join together forming a little stream then a river and finally a torrent ripping down the mountain. I have seen these torrents pushing boulders larger than a bowling ball at rapid speeds down the mountain. I asked God to protect those in tent cities who have no shelter like I’m in now. The rain robs me of sleep. It is now 3:40 a.m and I decided to check the rain gauge again. 2 1/4 inches.
What have I done to deserve God’s grace? Why am I privileged to have a roof over my head and a warm dry place to sleep? What about the millions of people living in tents? What did they do to deserve what they’re going through right now? I pray for God to have mercy on them and stop this rain.
4:38 a.m. the rain is still falling it hasn’t eased up any. I ask God again where’s your mercy? Then God speaks to me. My first question: what have I done to deserve God’s grace? Answer: Nothing, this sin sick shriveled up soul has done nothing deserving of God’s love. My second question: why am I privileged? Answer: God’s amazing grace. God has shown me mercy and now asks that I do the same for others. It’s a difficult lesson to learn. Again I pray for God’s protection for those who are less fortunate than I am and that I would be obedient.
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| The pipe is the white pvc coming out of the wall at the top and the puddled is much smaller this morning then it was last night. |