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Last night we were
dancing in the driveway. Maybe it was silly, surely our neighbors
thought we were crazy Americans, but we didn't care. The first rain of
the season here is like the first snowfall in Carolina; euphoria, exuberance, joy, and, yes, silliness . So the drops fell and we laughed and jumped and played.
This morning it hit me. I'm ashamed it took that long. What about our friends? The joy we felt was equaled or doubled by the dread our neighbors living in the camp felt. With fall showers come cold nights. Shoeless, but for flipflops or sandals, coatless, but for tattered sweatshirts or second hand jackets, and homeless, but for canvas tents many call home, there wasn't much celebrating or dancing.
This morning it hit me. I'm ashamed it took that long. What about our friends? The joy we felt was equaled or doubled by the dread our neighbors living in the camp felt. With fall showers come cold nights. Shoeless, but for flipflops or sandals, coatless, but for tattered sweatshirts or second hand jackets, and homeless, but for canvas tents many call home, there wasn't much celebrating or dancing.
Dear God, may we constantly be reminded of the circumstances of others. May we continue to be grateful for the blessings you shower down on our lives but never forget the dire situations of the marginalized or vulnerable among us. We lift up those who are displaced and hurting all over the world. And Father, thank you for the rain! Amen!
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