10.29.2025 | Ordinary Wednesday

​Thin Times and Rainy Days
Psalm 77:11
"I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your wonders of old."
 
It is chilly, dark, and wet outside in the Garden this late October morning. The little Garden Doodle is decidedly unimpressed with this old Gardener. She was told we’d have to wait until the rain lets up before our morning walkabout. Her “I don’t like that answer” look said it all. But she’s fine now, curled up in her favorite chair by the fireplace, fast asleep.
 
There’s a certain comfort that goes with a rainy day. A quiet invitation from the Creator to slow down, to let thoughts and emotions ebb and flow with the rhythm of the raindrops. Days like this are a gentle summons to simply be. The fireplace is roaring. The puppy is dreaming. Coffee is warm and steady in hand. Classical music plays in the background. We let our minds wander. We remember.
 
This season is the thinnest of Thin Times. A sacred threshold when memories of those who have gone before draw near. We remember. We feel their presence. We revisit the stories tucked away in quiet corners of the heart. We reflect on the journey, on the lessons etched into our souls like water droplets on autumn leaves.
 
Deuteronomy 32:7
"Remember the days of old; consider the years of many generations; ask your father, and he will show you, your elders, and they will tell you."
 
It’s a good day to fall into those rainy-day thoughts. A good day for another cup of coffee. To settle into a comfortable chair and simply be. To fall into stories, into memory, into grace—and embrace the moment.
 
As the rain whispers against the windows and the fire hums its warmth, we remember the days of old. We consider the years of many generations. We ask, and the stories come, soft and sacred, echoing through the Thin Time.