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Date: 10 April 2005 07:21:17
I love rain. I can hear frogs. And pitter patter gum leaves dripping on wet grass. And rolling thunder. And lightning crack over cane fields. O.K., there's no cane fields within 2400 k's of here, but there is lightning.
Yesterday I didn't buy a jacket. It was very nice. It was wool, it fitted, I liked it. I asked myself, "Will this jacket draw me closer to the people of my community." I had to say, no. People here just don't buy swish new jackets. That jacket would set me apart.
Today as I trudged up the hill in the pouring rain, wearing my shorts and singlet, complete with socks, redbacks, rain jacket and wide brimmed hat, I thought, yep, this is what people around here wear. Apart from the teenage girls who wear tiny Billabong skirts and Roxy T-shirts, but hey, I'm not a teenage girl.
I tipped my head back, my hat fell off, I raised my hands to the sky, to God, and span in a circle. Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Rain in so refreshing. "I'm spreading out my arms and spinning in a circle, dancing on a hilltop I call out your name, and I tell you I love you, and I want to serve you, and I'm never gonna be the same." (Claire Hazzard)
There's a river, in Ezekial (chapter 47) that flows from the temple of God. I wade in, I get wet feet, I get wet knees, I'm wet up to my waist. I dive under. Ahhhh
Sometimes I don't want to dive under, but I'm not going to talk about that now, cos now I want to dive under. But if you don't want to dive under right now, I notice there's a time when he leads the man to the bank to sit under the fruit trees that are fed by the river.