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silient I am, and how I have withstood many storms before.As I sit on my couch on this rainy Sunday morning, I am feeling grateful for the rain that has come into my life. Just like a lot of things in life, it’s my point of view that can change any situation from negative to a more hopeful one.Let’s be real. Life is just hard on some days. We are presented with situations that seem impossible to endure. The death of a loved one, the loss of a job, and a thousand other potentially awful things could befall us at any moment. Life is not this never-ending time of bliss with no problems. It’s just not that way.I do believe however that these awful things that come into our lives can teach us something about how strong we really are. You have endured many terrible things in your life, and yet here you are thriving once again. You have withstood the storms of life to get through another day.I have been going through such a storm lately. Some health issues, some emotional storms, and some lack of confidence in my writing skills have made me forget the healing power of these challenges.I’m reminded in this moment of the brave girl in the children’s hospital somewhere in the world who was born with no legs and is learning to walk with new prosthetic legs.I’m reminded of the homeless man who is still surviving after years of being on the streets.I’m reminded of the person right now who is struggling to get another breath, because of a disease that is literally taking his breath away.I try not to do the comparison game of who’s problems are greater, but I can tell you that I have it good. Really good.When I complain about the storms that come upon my life, I real

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ize how incredibly blessed I am.There is an old story that talks about placing all our problems in a pile in the middle of a room, and then every human being doing the same. Once seeing the struggles that others go through, would we pick theirs up or would we pick ours up again? The answer is that we would probably pick ours up again.Comparing my struggles to another can give me a sense of being better than another, so I must be careful to only do this in the context of reminding myself of how good I have it. It’s not to say that I have some magic formula that would prevent me from experiencing any of the same tragedies. As a human, I’m never immune to them.It’s not the immunity to tragedies, but rather that ability to cope with them that I am after in my life.I don’t want to avoid the storms in my life. I want to build a life that is solid enough to withstand them. And, If I can’t withstand the storms, I want to find a way to accept them.As I sit here on my couch and I look out at the pond again, I’m grateful that I could take this time to think about my place in this world. I have many problems but loving and accepting myself as the beautiful child of God that I am certainly helping to give me a sense of peace.The calming sounds of drops upon the lake remind me once again that I am being taken care of. The life-giving water is giving life to my soul. Sometimes that rain takes the form of tears from my eyes, but even these tears will eventually bring healing to my spirit.Thank you rain for your healing upon my beautiful soul today.I pray that my writing has brought healing to yours.Essay by John C. Davis © 2022 All Rights Reserved</article></body>

The Healing Power of Rain

Let it cleanse and restore your soul

I was awakened this morning by the sound of the rain gently falling on the pond behind our home.

The gentle sounds of drops upon the water soothed my soul. In fact, there is nothing quite as beautiful as hearing the calming sounds of the life-giving water falling upon the reservoir of teeming life that resides there.

Water is that to us. It’s our source of life. The Jamaicans call it “Liquid Sunshine”. At one time on our planet, the rain fell for thousands upon thousands of years to form our sacred oceans. Once the oceans were full, life began to form on this planet. Were it not for the rain, life here would not exist.

As I listen to the rain on the roof above me, I’m soothed by the reminder that in the year 2022 the rain is still falling. Life is still coming to the planet. The impurities of the soil are being washed away to make way for a more beautiful life to take root.

On the planet, rain is necessary for life. What about the rain that comes upon the story of your life? What about the storms that come that seem to purify, challenge, and help you grow?

When these storms have come into my life, I have often cast them in a negative light. Wishing for the sun to be shining all the time, I forget that the storms in my life are life-giving. They remind me of how resilient I am, and how I have withstood many storms before.

As I sit on my couch on this rainy Sunday morning, I am feeling grateful for the rain that has come into my life. Just like a lot of things in life, it’s my point of view that can change any situation from negative to a more hopeful one.

Let’s be real. Life is just hard on some days. We are presented with situations that seem impossible to endure. The death of a loved one, the loss of a job, and a thousand other potentially awful things could befall us at any moment. Life is not this never-ending time of bliss with no problems. It’s just not that way.

I do believe however that these awful things that come into our lives can teach us something about how strong we really are. You have endured many terrible things in your life, and yet here you are thriving once again. You have withstood the storms of life to get through another day.

I have been going through such a storm lately. Some health issues, some emotional storms, and some lack of confidence in my writing skills have made me forget the healing power of these challenges.

I’m reminded in this moment of the brave girl in the children’s hospital somewhere in the world who was born with no legs and is learning to walk with new prosthetic legs.

I’m reminded of the homeless man who is still surviving after years of being on the streets.

I’m reminded of the person right now who is struggling to get another breath, because of a disease that is literally taking his breath away.

I try not to do the comparison game of who’s problems are greater, but I can tell you that I have it good. Really good.

When I complain about the storms that come upon my life, I realize how incredibly blessed I am.

There is an old story that talks about placing all our problems in a pile in the middle of a room, and then every human being doing the same. Once seeing the struggles that others go through, would we pick theirs up or would we pick ours up again? The answer is that we would probably pick ours up again.

Comparing my struggles to another can give me a sense of being better than another, so I must be careful to only do this in the context of reminding myself of how good I have it. It’s not to say that I have some magic formula that would prevent me from experiencing any of the same tragedies. As a human, I’m never immune to them.

It’s not the immunity to tragedies, but rather that ability to cope with them that I am after in my life.

I don’t want to avoid the storms in my life. I want to build a life that is solid enough to withstand them. And, If I can’t withstand the storms, I want to find a way to accept them.

As I sit here on my couch and I look out at the pond again, I’m grateful that I could take this time to think about my place in this world. I have many problems but loving and accepting myself as the beautiful child of God that I am certainly helping to give me a sense of peace.

The calming sounds of drops upon the lake remind me once again that I am being taken care of. The life-giving water is giving life to my soul. Sometimes that rain takes the form of tears from my eyes, but even these tears will eventually bring healing to my spirit.

Thank you rain for your healing upon my beautiful soul today.

I pray that my writing has brought healing to yours.