I stood in the pouring rain, umbrella sideways on the ground, clippers in hand. My rose bush had never before been this beautiful. Fifty or more roses bloomed on the bush in fragrant abundance. Each rose was bigger than my hand. The layers of petals trapped the raindrops, causing the stems to droop under the weight. Torrential rain had fallen all day. Heavy rain was promised for the next 24 hours. I grieved as I stood there. If only the rain had waited a few days, I could have enjoyed the splendor longer. If I didn’t clip most of the roses away now, the stems would break under the weight of the petals laden with rain drops. I carefully snipped the stems of many, laying them at my feet.
“Why?” I asked as the rain soaked through my clothes and dripped into my boots. I breathed in the fragrance of the roses, intensified by the rain.
The timing of this storm would not have been the one I chose. But, as I trimmed the roses and watched the branches straighten as if in relief, I was filled with a sense of God’s timing.
We rarely see the need or the consequences of the rains that come in life, at least when we are in the moment. We grieve over things we think are lost. We ache over the damage we perceive. We wonder why the timing is as it was; or why something happened at all. Our vision is focused on the small and present picture that surrounds us.
Having recently experienced a situation that caused discouragement and hurt; I knew that within these layers of waterlogged petals God was whispering a lesson.
As the pile of roses at my feet grew, I was reminded, with simple clarity, of one truth: I am not in control.
Because I am not, all that is left is to trust in the One who brings the rains at His own timing and for His purposes.
Trust. Even. When. It. Rains.
Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight.”