Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts

Thursday, July 16, 2026

Rain

The other day I heard thunder, I felt pain relief and I could smell the coming of a summer rain as the sky darkened, the wind blew, and the earth readied for the precious droplets. Swinging on the back porch swing, I bowed my head and thanked the Lord for the gentle rain that made rhythmic music on the metal roof.

I often commune with the Lord on the back porch as the morning ushers a new day. It is my place to pray and listen for God’s voice heard in the sounds of birds, the wind, the chimes, and miscellaneous noises of overhead planes, passing vehicles, and creaking porch.

The serenity of falling rain rejuvenates. I love the rain, especially at night riding around in my old pickup truck listening to the purr of the exhaust, watching the metronomic movement of the windshield wipers, and the comfort and relaxation of the old seat. It is romantic and gratifying.

Several Lord’s days back some folks were complaining about the Sunday morning rain. I was thankful since a few weeks prior the state of Alabama was under a drought warning, no burning, and crops beginning to wilt. Unthankful in God’s house.

Springs, creeks, rivers, ponds, and lakes were low for months. Hay fields, gardens, and yards were scorched. Trees were dying reminding us of times of drought in the Bible. I had rather see rain than watch the earth wither away.

I know that rain for some folks causes depression. In movies rain is a motif that happens at funerals, denotes personal sadness, and creates chaos. It is about perspective. Momma would allow us to play in the rain as long as there was no lightning. Water filled ditches were fun. Playing in the mud was adventurous. It meant no working in the garden nor cutting grass. It was like a holiday.

When I worked at the cement plant there was no such thing as rain halting work. It actually created more work. Coal, lime, and other materials did not flow. Certain areas needed sump pumps to stop flooding. Auxiliary engines had to be started in case of power outages. Rain created chaos.

Working while building bridges was just the opposite. When rain was in the forecast workers would draw a large circle in the dirt. When three drops of rain fell in the circle, someone would yell, “Get the tools up boys.” Mud and water are enemies of construction and robbers of paydays.

I love to write on rainy days. Rain can be inspirational while lack of rain is depressing for me.

Rain in abundance or in lacking is a motif in twenty-seven books of the Bible where God interacts with creation and humanity. The first rain mentioned in the Bible is the deluge in Genesis where it rained for forty days and night. That was a lot of water that surrounded the earth. I am sure that Ms. Noah got depressed with all the rain and cooped up with seven other people and an abundance of animals and such.

In the end, God gave a rainbow. I have seen several rainbows, and a couple of double ones, this year. It is a reminder of God’s promise.

 

Then I will give you rain in due season, and the land shall yield her increase, and the trees of the field shall yield their fruit. Leviticus 26:4 KJV

 

Nevertheless he left not himself without witness, in that he did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness. Acts 14:17 KJV

Leaving the House of Worship on that rainy Lord’s Day I told Lisa that the same people that were upset that it rained will be the same ones upset when it is dry. I am glad God controls the weather.

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Friday, May 30, 2025

Rainy Day Memories

 It was a rainy Thursday in Alabama, and I was happy.  I love rainy days whereas most people become depressed.  I have a dear friend in Demopolis, Alabama that gets very depressed when it rains.  She told me that when it rains, she thinks how much I enjoy it, and she becomes more depressed because I love it.

One of my favorite things is to take my old 1977 GMC pickup, nicknamed Gymmie, for a ride.  There is something magical and hypnotic about riding in the rain.  It is the rhythm of the windshield wipers as they repeal the precious jewels of heaven falling on the glass.  Then there is the flutter of angel wings as the dual glass pack exhaust sings a lullaby that will send passengers into a wonderful sleep.  

As I spend a few precious moments of my being in Gymmie, I thought of the 48 years that I have driven the old truck and the special stories Gymmie could tell.   Yesterday was special because it was my youngest son’s 38th birthday.

For the first three years of his life, he did not sleep all night.  After working midnights at the cement plant, his mother demanded that I get Aaron out of the house where she could get a few moments of sleep.  I would lay him in the seat beside me, this was pre car seat days, and before we got a mile down the road, he would be asleep.

Aaron loved Gymmie.  He loved it so much that when the seat became ragged, a cousin of mine did some work on Gymmie and replaced the seat with one identical.  Aaron was a teenager and was not happy until I retrieved the old seat and placed it back in the truck.  The seat had worn spots created by our rear ends!

Aaron and I spent many hours riding in Gymmie.  When he got in trouble with his older brother and sister and mom, I would take him and console him and prepare him for life.  When he left home and finally moved away to Texas, I thanked God for the special moments that I encouraged him on life’s journey.

Around 2013, Aaron and I started rebuilding Gymmie.  His older brother had totaled Gymmie 1988, and we renamed it Joseph because Gymmie had a “coat of many colors” as did Joseph in the Bible.  Front fenders, front bumper, and hood were demolished when striking a pecan tree in the front yard. 

We drove it for several months with no hood, a primed right fender, and deer rammed left fender.  I did get a rusty hood from a junk truck at the cement plant.  Aaron only knew the wrecked Gymmie.  Gymmie was so bad that a preacher friend once asked, “Was anyone killed in the wreck?”  Aaron and I quizzed, “What wreck?”  The “so called friend” grinning said, “The one y’all got out of!”

Aaron and I stripped Gymmie to the frame giving it new life.  We changed broken and worn-out parts.  We repaired the interior first with new seat covers, new dash, and all the components that made it brand new inside.

We purchased new fenders, hood, doors, chrome, grill, tailgate, and bed panels.  I had a friend give Gymmie a professional paint job.  The pickup that I could not give away suddenly became the object of lust for boys and men.  We transformed a junker into a show truck.  It is not a show truck.  Aaron and I did not want a “trailer queen” but a truck we could drive.  To put the finishing touch on it we had the engine and transmission rebuilt.

The most asked question is, “Is it for sale?”  I say, “No.”  Some are very persistent.  They have made some very tempting offers but I say, “You will have to get on a very long waiting list.”  Some say every man has a price.  I tell folks that I have promised it to Aaron.  It is my gift to him for all the memories of our lasting impressions, “our butts”, and other times that rainy days help create and keep our hearts joined.  Happy Birthday son.

One day Aaron can give it to his son Jack Barrett Hopper.



The Bible has 139 scriptures on the begats.  Here is a look at our heritage since coming from Scotland:

Thomas Hopper, b. 1747, Amherst County, VA; d. 1837, Oglethorpe County, GA     

Rolly Hopper, b. 1775, Amherst Co., VA; d. 1860, Elbert Co.

Mitchell Brady Hopper, b. 1816 or 1817, Oglethorpe County, GA; d. about 1857 in Perry County, AL

William Hopson Hopper, b. August 24, 1853, in Perry County, AL; d. September 9, 1935, Lawley, AL

Mitchell Clark Hopper, b. December 7, 1887, at Lawley, Bibb County, AL; d. March 30, 1935, Lawley, AL

Mitchell Clark Hopper, Jr., b. April 9, 1924, in Waycross, GA; d. April 27, 1994, Jemison, AL

Bobby Earl Hopper, b. December 13, 1952, in Clanton, AL

Aaron Christopher Hopper, b. May 29, 1987, in Birmingham, AL

Jack Barrett Hopper, b. July 19, 2023, in Baytown, TX

 

When people inquire of Gymmie I tell them that it is a labor of love of Father and Son.  Gymmie is a reminder that the Love of The Father and Sacrifice of His Son can transform and give new life the life’s wrecks.

Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. 2 Corinthians 5:17 KJV