of biblical proportions...

so, it's raining. again. everything is damp. the house smells musty and swampy. sounds like today could be fun...and more water coming our way from the north. funny how something so small -- raindrops -- have the power to make me feel small and helpless. not much we can do to stop the water from rising, from bubbling up through the floor, from find the cracks in the foundations and making their way to the stream running through the toyroom to the drain. i try to tell myself that it's really not that big a deal, that i can't help it, and it's silly to think about it much. but in the back of my mind, that nagging 'the basement is wet' is always there, and with each raindrop that falls i know it's not going away any time soon.

maybe that's a bit like sin...not talking the big, of biblical proportion sin that is out there and blatant for everyone to see. rather, the little nagging ones that stick in the back of our head, always there to remind us that we aren't good enough or strong enough or perfect enough...the little things like a bad thought about someone else, or a selfish grab at something we want...the ones that seem like they aren't all that bad at first, until they seep in around the cracks in our foundation and join with other little ones to form a stream running through the toyroom to the drain...

the beautiful thing is that we know that it will stop raining sometime; the stream will dry up and things can be put back in order. and sin can be dealt with as well -- we might need to do a little more work to keep it from coming back, but we've got a power behind us helping and pushing and leading us to learn how to keep it out.

read: Psalm 51