Change

It's raining outside. 

This morning my children started off the day in a manner that left my husband wishing me luck as he gleefully went to bed after night shift. I steeled myself, prepared to meet another difficult day. I settled disputes, reminded children to put items away only to be met with it-wasn't-me-attitude, and had to shut painting down at one point. 

Then it started to rain.

And suddenly they all simultaneously settled. One reading, a couple using textas and tracing stencils, one playing with play doh, and another working on a puzzle on the floor.

Quietly. Calmly. So I sat down at the sewing machine, and for what seemed like a long time, we had the chance to just be for a while. With no angst or over concern about what everyone else was doing.

Rain. Such a simple thing really. Water, coming down from the sky as it has done countless times before, drumming rhythmically on the surroundings, producing a much needed change for my family. 

I am more than grateful. 

Sometimes it is something that is least expected that brings change. Often something that is out of our control. We can try and strive and think and go after. But in the end, a heart beat is often all it takes to see that newness or opportunity that we have hoped for. Perhaps even longed for. 

Today, remembering this has given me comfort. The future isn't written yet. And assuming I know what it will hold and how I can maybe control it, is like trying to stop the waves crashing on the shore. 

Instead, I can take the time to enjoy the difficult times as much as I can, knowing that a tiny drop of rain may come at any moment to change everything. x