Rain.
I remember the days growing up in Eugene, Oregon where I would close my eyes to sleep while listening to the uneven beat of rain on the roof and the clank of the drops forced by wind to my window. This was the lullaby of my childhood.
This morning around 2 a.m.. I found myself awake, listening to the sound of rain. A slight flash of lightening skidded over my head. Instead of sleep, the weather called me outside. My polka dot p.j.s and me made the way down the stairs. I slipped on my husband’s too large flip-flops and wrapped myself in his raincoat and walked down to the bay.
Before my walk I had been bathing myself in the question, can I be good enough to make a difference? Will my story help others? Earlier this week I was given this advice, “If you think you are not good enough to make a difference in someone else’s life, you are listening to a lie.” I thought about it. For me personally, to share my story, I must lose any need for significance and replace it with love, to lose myself and listen to God means hearing the truth.
I stood there, listening. It was hard to hear anything with the sound of the drops on the hood of the coat. I pulled it back and gazed up to the heavens. The rain ran down my face like tears. I let it wash my uneasiness and the lies away, in a ceremonial moment of renewal.
Lies…….they are predictable, you and I, all of us listen to them. These lies create a feeling of unworthiness, loss, shame, isolation, and helplessness in our hearts. Whatever you do, never believe them, battle them and get ready for another day to bring your story to the world!
For me it’s a daily event to face the “liar”, how do you drown out the lies and hear the truth about you?
-Beau's Mom