A Little Fall of Rain -- A Little Rise of Faith (02/28/2017)

I watched Les Misuables (25th Anniversary Production) last week with a friend. Then I watched it again a few days later.

Stop there.

One needs to know that I watch films to study them. I study their craft- editing, acting, directing, screenplay, the skill at portraying the human soul and characteristics of human psychology, and so forth.

Back to my watching Les Mis.

The music is so powerful in that stage production. Different songs have been going through my mind on repeat since then. I've looked up on YouTube different videos of these performances.

The number that has climbed to the top of the 'can't get it out of my head' list is the song Eponine sings as she is dieing. It is going through my mind as I eat breakfast and as I pray.

"And you will keep me safe
and you will keep me warm
The rain will make the flowers grow."

Then my aha! happens.

Stop there.

One needs to know that I believe the mind is not broken when we have obsessive thoughts. I believe it is a conscious awareness of dilemmas the subconscious is working on resolving. The same applies to dreams. They are visions of the subconscious processing the day - unless they are heaven sourced revelatory dreams.

Back to my aha!.

There are currently some precarious situations looming in my near future that may have unpredictable influences to assure I'll be helpless and miserable.  I'm not fretting, or worrying, or whatever. I'm looking at it rather stoicly, actually. All the solutions I can imagine pretty much are scenarios that are closer to a fairy Godmother coming down from the sky with her magic wand than they are to any probable life event. Heavy sigh...

So as I am preparing to pray this morning, Eponine's words are singing through my head.

"Don't you fret, Monsuer Marias
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now.

And as I pray, I hear and understand her words in a way that the Spirit whispers "That's why the song is going through your head. Your thoughts are confirming that you already know this."

The words are not Eponine singing to Marius. They are me singing to my Heavenly Father.

"And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me warm
The rain will make the flowers grow."

All the scary, unpredictable, disastrous, limiting and devastating (can I think of any more adjectives?!?) events that are present and offering to step into my life in the near future are simply drops of rain that my generous Father in Heaven will use to bless my life with the beauty and pleasant aroma of flowers.

The rain will make the flowers grow.