The rain pelts hard, steamy summer Florida rains. People crowd the parking lot to watch the display in the sky from the safety of their vehicles. I was very honestly grumpy about it all. I waited all year to get some fireworks photography. And it rains! Really?!?
John Adams admonishes us to celebrate this national birthday as “the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.”
And we do. Celebrate. With colored fire that paints the night time skies. But this night, it rains. What then?
What do we do when it rains on our celebration, when life drenches our parade? Celebration is so important. It helps us remember His goodness. So I couldn’t get the fireworks-glistening-over-water shot I had been waiting for, for months. I was able to capture something far more rare. Right in the middle of the teeming sky, color bursts forth in the middle of the rain.
A fireworks-shining-in-the-rain shot. It wasn’t the photo I wanted. But it was exactly what I needed. A single image that captures the reality of this season of my journey in more ways than I have space to write about. It is all about how we choose to see.
Our circumstances don’t have to define us, unless we let them. God wants to teach us how to celebrate Him, His faithfulness, to become shining examples of His goodness exploding with beauty even in the rain.