For over 500 consecutive days, Suzansays saw a new post appear.
And, then…nothing for five days.
I hit a dry spell, I suppose.
It wasn’t that I suddenly lost interest in writing. No…that wouldn’t be accurate to say. And, it wasn’t because I didn’t have anything to say.
I just hit a dry spell.
Life took an unusual turn and I had an unexpected response to that turn. I was thrown off schedule and off kilter. Everything seemed out of sync.
My dry spell began seven days ago, when rain loomed large in our forecast. The ground was dry and the gardens thirsty – ample rain was on the way…enough to saturate the ground deeply…thoroughly…satisfyingly.
I prepared for it and for the possibility of hail and wind (also forecast). I picked the garden clean, thinking it would be a couple of days before the ground firmed and dried enough to venture into it.
I hoped for rain…prayed for it…prepared for its arrival. I needed the rain as much as the ground did.
But, rain did not fall. An hour south of us is where it fell for two days. I looked lustily at the radar, desiring it to move farther north.
While I was grateful that they received rain, I was disappointed we (meaning I) didn’t and set out to water the gardens and hope for rain each time a cloud obscured the sun.
Six days ago, as rain promised us fell to our south, Hubby headed out in the wee hours and slipped Southeast along the interstate. Two days of meetings determined his direction. And, after meetings ended, he would slip East to spend a couple of days with his mom.
After less than 3 hours of sleep, (to bed after midnight and up again at 3) my body craved more and I slipped back to bed and slept off and on until nearly 9 the morning of his departure.
Early mornings are my writing times and with early morning gone and morning at the mid point, there was no time to think of anything other than heading to work. And, beyond work, my day’s normal schedule stretched before me.
With Hubby gone, my evenings were filled with gardening (and watering) and preserving foods gathered from the gardens.
And, early mornings were spent catching up on sleep I lost working late into each night.
The days grew hot and hotter, climbing to a wilting 95 degrees F. Everything suffered from the lack of moisture. Birdbaths filled at the end of one day were emptied by the end of the next. The garden, in its prime, showed signs of shutting down production. The peas, if given sufficient rainfall, could rebound and produce one more crop – but the rain didn’t fall when needed. And, city water does little other than keep things alive. It just can’t provide that trigger that induces new life like rain can.
It was frustrating and in some ways heartbreaking. So much work had been poured into the gardens….
I felt as dry as the garden…as parched as the soil.
I’d hit a dry spot. It seemed nothing I did helped and so for 5 days I moved into and through my odd schedule thirsting to write, but with thoughts too dry to utter a word here on Suzansays I did the only thing I could.
I waited for the dry spell to end.
And, when it didn’t end, I declared it ended.
This morning I woke early with intent – the first time in 6 days – said “goodbye” to Daughter as she headed to work, checked the forecast and radar, and slipped into Suzansays to break the dry spell and begin anew.
As I look out of the window before me, the sun casts morning shadows in the garden and a breeze stirs the tops of the okra. The forecast is for rain…perhaps a lot of rain…maybe storms. The radar is lit with colors this morning – all Northwest of us.
I am reminded of a verse which delivers far more than the forecast or radar can promise. And, it gives hope that God has not forgotten – for God loves and cares for all.
Don’t resist violence! If you are slapped on one cheek, turn the other too. 40 If you are ordered to court, and your shirt is taken from you, give your coat too. 41 If the military demand that you carry their gear for a mile, carry it two. 42 Give to those who ask, and don’t turn away from those who want to borrow. 43 “There is a saying, ‘Love your friends and hate your enemies.’ 44 But I say: Love your enemies! Pray for those who persecute you! 45 In that way you will be acting as true sons of your Father in heaven. For he gives his sunlight to both the evil and the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust too. 46 If you love only those who love you, what good is that? Even scoundrels do that much. 47 If you are friendly only to your friends, how are you different from anyone else? Even the heathen do that. 48 But you are to be perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect. (Jesus – Matthew 5)