The souls of the just are in the hand of God,
and no torment shall touch them.
I plan to walk today. As I grab my jacket, I hear raindrops tapping on the window. “Thank God for hoods,” I say as I head out the door.
I don’t mind walking in the rain. My willingness to endure downpours great and small bolsters my sense of well-being. Walking in the rain also offers a unique perspective to which I’m usually not privy. Everything looks different in the rain. The sky exhibits great character. Who knew that there were so many varied shades of gray? Trees glisten far more subtly than they do in sunlight and more beautifully, too. Dirty cars look newly waxed and sewer caps shine. Neighborhood birds become nearly silent which allows me to hear drops of rain falling into the pond I pass. I also hear individual drops as they pelt my hooded head.
As I walk further, I consider my loved ones who have passed away. This is All Souls Day and we celebrate the amazing souls who have touched our lives before moving on to the hereafter. With each loss, raindrops fell from my eyes on days much like this one. In spite of their absences which still pain me, I offer a prayer of thanksgiving for each one. I also pray on their behalf that they enjoy the unique perspective that comes with a home in heaven. As I continue my walk, I feel quite certain that my loved ones are reminiscing as well.
Loving God, thank you for the gift of this life and the new life that will follow.
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