Yesterday was a day to refuel for the next sorrow sucking session, for I'm sure it will occur many, many more times during this journey. It started with a simple rain storm, a down pouring,windshield wipers on full speed, down pour. It was glorious! The smell of this summer rain brought back one of my most favorite childhood memories, playing in the flooded rain filled ditch by our house. I called it our "pool", a muddy water, filled with debris pool, that my foster brother and I wouldn't trade in for a regular pool.
I smiled, and couldn't stop smiling. It was spirit lifting, something I needed . My kids were tortured/privileged to hear my recollection of a summer's rain in Vincennes, Indiana. Thank you momma and daddy for caring for that sweet little boy, living in that creepy house and letting your children play in who knows what was in that rain water "pool".
The second vessel filling moment is something actually embarrassing and quite trivial. I'm convinced that refueling doesn't always have to be spiritual and Christ centered, as long as it is wholesome and uplifting, your vessel can be filled to an extent. I owe Carly Rae Jepson's toe tapping, corny love song to contributing to my break in sorrow yesterday. Call Me Maybe, cranked very loudly in the car, sung at the top of your lungs had such a wonderful effect on me that it may possibly be endeared to my heart forever, oh bother.
I guess what I'm trying to convey here is... even when you feel you can't go on, when you're drained and the possibility of refueling your vessel seems impossible, look at the simple things in your day; The rain storm, the memories, the song, the friend, the gifts from God, helping you to go forth with faith that all is well.