Listening to the Rain

It rains a lot here in north Idaho, mostly in the spring. Last evening, for instance, before dropping off to sleep, we opened the window a little and listened to the soft, persistent rain falling on the pines and the roof.   These times, like many others we have come to enjoy, are usually punctuated with hugs and holding hands, with snuggling, and with soft conversation and prayer.

I guess, when a couple reaches the ages we have ­— I am 72 and Susan, just shy of 50 — the simplest of things given by our Lord afford as much pleasure as an exciting week-long vacation to an exotic remote spot like, say, Hawaii. And even then, when each adventure-filled day would draw to a close, we would lay close, holding hands, listening to the waves breaking on the beach as we talked and prayed softly, becoming one with each other … and with our Lord.

When we’re young, life is usually a hodge podge; all tangled together like a fishing-reel backlash, running hither and thither. The snarl of life, as they say. Like Martha, so frustrated with her sister, Mary that she asked Jesus to send the younger woman to help in the kitchen. Not an outlandish request, mind you, but Jesus could see that Martha had let life overcome her until it frayed her edges and put her out of sorts!

“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10: 41, 42. NIV.)

Not good to go to Jesus and complain in an angry, frustrated tone that you have too much to do and need help. What He will usually say is, “Come sit by me and let’s listen to the rain together and talk a while. Come tell me you love Me and I will tell you the same. Then we’ll talk about dinner.” Oh for those warm special times with each other, and with our Lord. Those gentle quiet times of listening to the rain together.

When Christians marry, they are bound together with each other and with Christ, as one! Yes, a union of three. Take advantage of this union; you, your spouse, and your Lord. Leave the kitchen, become like Mary, and listen to the rain together. Talk to Jesus and each other about many things.

Thank Him for the love He has given you for each other. It is a gift from heaven. Share everything with Him. Everything! And each time you come together, ask Him to teach you how to love one another even more. Hey, He invented this thing called marriage and He surely knows how to make yours a wonderful one! Relax. Hold hands more. Slow down, push some things aside, and listen to the rain together … with your Lord.

Now a disclaimer: After Susan read this blog she commented that she was a little afraid that friends and family might get the idea that we thought we were perfect, doing everything right. You know, just sailing from flower to flower like two butterflies. I assured her, however, that MY friends and family, at least, would certainly never think that of me.

Why? Because they know how imperfect I am. They already know that I (like Peter) am more of a pebble in the Lord’s shoe than a jewel in His crown! They know that, at 72, I still have so much to learn about walking with Christ. I assured Susan that our friends and families all know that we are certainly not perfect but that we are living and learning and that we are experiencing beautiful times together that we would like to share.

If you agree, or not, please consider leaving a comment about our blogs, booklets, and/or books.

Until next time, may the Lord Jesus bless you real good,

Carl and Sue Peters


As promised, I’m including a short sample of my writing, this time from my novel, The Tallest Angel, Chapter five.

I watched her dance and spin, this tiny ballerina, as though she was skating on a frozen winter’s pond, a pond that looked much like a cold window pane etched with frost. As I watched her skim along the page called “Today,” I could see that she was writing with the tip of her toe, line after line, in the most delicate script. And as she wrote, she sang what sounded to me like Irish lullabies.

Her songs were so beautiful they seemed to be alive, as though I could hold the very notes in my hands. But each time I reached out for them, the music turned to clouds of brightly-colored nearly-transparent butterflies, fluttering and floating and bobbing around the ship’s cabin.

Each butterfly sparkled like the morning sunlight on dewdrops, and the magical music they made reminded me of a hundred tall cathedrals filled with thousands of miniature church bells, all chiming together in perfect harmony. Oh, and the fragrance in the air … it was like the spring lilacs by the side of our house.

What a show! And the more the ballerina sang, the more notes turned to butterflies, until her symphony filled every corner of the ship.

One small butterfly bobbed around my head, looking me over, then landed smack on the end of my nose. We studied each other for a moment — it stared up in amazement as I gazed down through crossed eyes — then I carefully raised a hand to my face and the little fellow stepped over onto my finger tip, moving his delicate wings ever so slowly for balance.

“Hi there, little guy,” I said softly.

The butterfly covered his crimson face with a wing.

After the tiny dancer stopped singing, the Butterfly Choir fluttered on out the stern windows and disappeared into the fog, leaving behind only the faintest echo of the beautiful music and the scent of lilacs. But the smallest butterfly, the one who had landed on my nose, hesitated, bobbing at the window. Soon his mother floated back and took his hand.

“Tell the Captain goodbye for today,” she said softly.

The little fellow grinned, waved sweetly, then fluttered away with his mom to join the choir.


Addendum: Novels by Carl Peters, available on Amazon Kindle, above right:

Victory – Heroes are sometimes found in the most unusual places. Victory is the short story about a boy’s daydreams and how he learned “the secret formula of how to make his dreams come true” … from a most unusual friend. Victory is an animated fantasy adventure for the whole family.

The Tallest Angel – The inspirational family adventure novel based on the short story, Victory. This family story takes over where Victory ends, that is, AFTER RICHIE WAKES UP from his dream adventure! A fun story, part real life, part Disney-like animated fantasy, woven together to surely charm the kid in each of us.

Solo – A twenty-four year old Christian woman, Joy, is tempted to stray from her Lord. But through a series of unique, heaven-sent events she is befriended by Paul, an older man who steps in as the father figure Joy has not had for nine years. As their father – daughter friendship develops, Paul gives Joy much-needed wholesome Christian advice about life and marriage.

Transgression – Definitely an edgy John Grisham type novel. The story of a sinful preacher and the terrible consequences his sin brings upon his church family. The amazing part of this story is how the Lord eventually brings a silver lining out of the darkest storm clouds. This story is powerful, at times overwhelming, yet gentle in its application of God’s truths.

About Carl Peters

Carl Peters set his hand and heart to write in the early ‘90s, producing three novels and one novella through those years. Due to discouragement and a business venture or two, he put his love for words, and his novels, on the shelf for a few years. Midway through the last decade Carl, then in his mid 60s, made the decision to again take up the electronic pen, dust off the old manuscripts, and spin the merry go round one more time, this time reaching eager readers through the marvel and openness of digital publishing. Several years ago Carl lost his sweet wife of 47 years to cancer. The road would have been hard and lonely without her, had it not been for their five children and nine grandchildren, who have both comforted him and kept him running at full speed! On January 12th, 2011 the Lord brought Carl a sweet new bride. This pair is as opposite as “night and day” (oh my, a cliche) but with the Lord between them, holding their hands, they are perfect for one another! More about this couple in their blog and also in a forthcoming novel. And life goes on.
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