Mountain Memories

It is mid-morning and raining; a pleasant change from all the dryness of late. Water from heaven conducts taps and tinkles, the mellowing music of water-sounds orchestrated upon the tin roof. I hear it come and go as rain drops are swished and swirled by the changing breezes, those unseen wind-waves that can take a cloud and turn it effortlessly inside out, while teasing its edges into curly strands resembling locks of a child's hair loose in play.

The valley has completely disappeared, now, swallowed up within the same grey rain-mist that envelopes me. Yet the wallabies still sit out there in the drizzle. They're taking an uncommon morning shower and washing the dusty sleep from their ever vigilent eyes. Our little friends, the owl-faced finches, don't like showers so much, preferring to splash their pleasures in the old laundry tubs outside, now filling with water just for them.

My mind finds a measure of peace and tranquility in the simplicity of it all, for life is altogether beautiful in the Lord who made all things. Yet my spirit fights depression daily, and every unseemly emotion that comes and goes with it; today is no different than any other. Evenso, He reminds me He is my Redeemer, the One well able to save, now and forever. And I remember and no day is the same.