On Wednesday last week, I looked out the window and was shocked by the sun. Bright sun, strong shadows. It had been five days since I’d seen the sky.
We’d gotten rain. We got a heckuvalot of rain, to the point where I drew up a list of things we’d need to take with us in an evacuation, beginning with three cats and ending with details like my son’s medication and a stuffed animal for each child, plus how to store our photo albums and other incidentals.
Nice, huh? We had enough rain that I dug trenches away from the side of my house, and I built a little brick wall to curve the water in the curb out into the street rather than having it run down our driveway:
(Don’t laugh. Pathetic as that may be, it worked.)
In fact, it brought the water up to about twenty feet from the house. Remember last fall when I told you about the tree they’re going to take down? It’s normally twenty-five to thirty feet from the water. Well, now it’s made friends with the brook.
Our mailman told my Patient Husband that he’s done this route for twenty years and never seen it this bad.
On Monday, with two days of rain left to fall, I was praying for mercy. The Hebrew word for mercy is the same as the Hebrew word for rain (Ruhamah) but this time, I was praying for mercy from the rain. It stopped raining on Wednesday and on Saturday, the water level behind our house was still rising as everything drained into the brook.
May God have mercy. But maybe, just a bit, hold off a little on more rain? Please, for now?