The rain was falling again when I woke up this morning. While some people get tired of the grey skies, I’ve learned to appreciate these slower days.
Today was a simple Tuesday. I spent part of the morning making bread, something I always find comforting. There is something special about mixing the ingredients, kneading the dough, and waiting patiently as it rises. The smell of fresh bread baking in the oven makes a house feel warm and welcoming, no matter what the weather is doing outside.
Between loads of laundry, I settled into my devotional time. Rainy days seem to invite reflection. The quiet sound of raindrops against the window creates the perfect backdrop for spending time in God’s Word. There is no rush, no schedule to keep, just space to listen, read, pray, and think.
Retirement has taught me that not every day has to be productive by the world’s standards. Some days are meant for ordinary tasks, simple routines, and quiet moments with God. Bread gets baked. Laundry gets folded. The rain keeps falling. And somehow, in the middle of those everyday things, God is present.
As I watched the rain this afternoon, I was reminded that growth often happens in seasons that seem dull or uneventful. Gardens need rain, and so do we. The Lord often does His deepest work in our hearts during the quiet days when nothing dramatic appears to be happening.
So today, I’m grateful for another rainy Tuesday. For fresh bread, clean laundry, time in God’s presence, and the gentle reminder that even ordinary days are gifts from Him.