Is It A Mountain...or Just A Bump in The Road?

Let me begin with an acknowledgement that many of you reading this, most likely don't know me, personally. In fact, I know this to be true from the stats I read on my site. So, because of that, I want you to know I realize I'm a bit hard to understand at times. I can be evasive and a bit confusing because my brain tells me to be.

My world consists (much of the time) through metaphoric murmurings. In other words, I like comparing metaphors to real life situations. Doesn't everybody? 

Even though I thought it quite evident that was what I was doing, it was brought to my attention that the reader couldn't connect the dots. Thus this preview...

Anywho...

Today, I have a new sticker that I recently purchased off Etsy. When it arrived, I immediately placed it on my (also recently purchased) laptop computer.

It says, "I've survived too many storms to be bothered by a few raindrops." And of course...this is a metaphor. Mostly. Purposefully.

Many of you know, and remember with great fondness, my sister, Becky. She was my confidant, my protector, my inspiration, for many of my earthly years. She went home in 2008, but there are days I still feel her close by. 

Today is one of those days. My new sticker brought her to mind. She probably made sure of that...if indeed those gone on can reach earth from there. We are told that nothing will hinder us, once we are there. So...possibly heaven's citizens can touch earth's? Or maybe it's just our memories of them that inspire us.

Her thing was, "Is it a mountain to climb, or just a bump in the road?" Mountains take a lot of prayer and letting go of what we hold dear...that being control. Control of any given situation. Control of what (or who) we felt needed our guidance.

Bumps in the road were things we just needed to slow down for. Things that actually required control. Control of our emotions, our desires, our dang-its.

The sticker I found on Etsy reminded me of the storms of life this almost 79 year old has experienced. Storms that required laying down her own will for that of another so that she might survive until the storm subsided. 

And then it brought my thoughts to the raindrops now falling (metaphorically) that actually feel like a storm brewing. But what we fail to realize, occasionally, is that rain can be refreshing when we allow it to be. Rain can sooth us when we begin to see its purpose. Literally and metaphorically...

Still...it might be wise to cover ourselves in prayer, and those we hold close, before the incoming weather has a chance to become something much bigger...all-the-while realizing it could just be  raindrops falling around us. A re-set of sorts. A cleansing. Not a destructive storm. 

One never knows for sure...until it plays out.

Praying continually, here you will find me...in Mary's World.