Heavenly Princess

encouraging femininity


Dash across yard, dodging scattered raindrops, to the shelter of tree branches. Mist surrounds me and I smile. I close my eyes and feel – really feel – the moment. This moment, one of a thousand gifts.


Strange cold summer wind takes my breath away. Rain and wind intensify, swallow me up. Me – eyes still shut, experiencing the gift with my whole body. Thinking of the weight of His wind and mercy as water soaks me to the skin.

Dash back across the yard, dodging plentiful raindrops, to the stronger shelter of the porch. Eyes now open, watching buckets and low ground fill with the rain. Thinking of sinking in His grace like an ocean as hair and clothes drip.

A different story plays out nearby.

On the other side of the house, winds push rain onto and into boxed books meant for blessing others. Unusual rain, reaching too far, too fast. People struggle to save anything from destruction.

warped pages

Is this rain a blessing or a curse? Is it wrong for me to smile, oblivious to the destruction a few yards away? And what of the distant sirens that scream of emergencies worse than warped pages?

These questions are not just for today. These questions are for yesterday when I ate three meals and a child died of starvation. And for tomorrow when I will wear Sunday best to church while a woman wears rags in isolation all because she believes God is God.

Is it fair to be thankful for a gift when someone else could have it?

Can a child on his way to eat his one meal of the day rightly laugh while kicking a ball made of garbage bags if a child miles away has neither ball nor food?


Far from condemning him, we smile at such a one who can find joy in such a place. We admire the woman in a wheelchair who paints with a brush in her teeth. We long to be like the man without hands who writes and speaks hope into fellow men.

Why? Because they have joy. They have joy not because of what they have or don’t have. They have joy not even in spite of what they have or don’t have. They simply have joy, found in the midst of their possessions, relationships, limitations. In their midst, because God is in their midst.

All is vanity without God.

All is joy with Him.

Thanks dad (Mark Newhouse) for the photos!


6 comments on “Rain

  1. Mema
    July 24, 2013

    Speechless! Mouth agape!

  2. Mildred Newhouse
    July 24, 2013

    Beautiful! So sensitive!

  3. Gramma Newhouse
    July 26, 2013

    What a beautifully written sentiment! Joy is truly the key…joy because we are His…no matter the circumstances. (I just saw this on FB. For some reason it says “Aunt B” in the box. I didn’t get this as a post…I think something’s wrong with my subscription.)

    • Jordan
      July 26, 2013

      Thank you!

      Hmmm, can’t say why it would say “Aunt B”, but it may not have come to your email because I post-dated it. I wrote it on Saturday, so that’s the timestamp, but I didn’t have the formatting and pictures ready for a few days so I ended up publishing it Tuesday with the date being Saturday.

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