I never (and this is to my shame) sit down, listen to the rain, and watch it stream along the driveway or in the yard. It was raining a good steady rain and our garage door was open. I looked out seeing the rich green color of the grass and trees dripping with rain drops I was compelled to take time and watch. I took a bottle of water out to the garage and pulled out a chair that had a cup holder for my water. There was a small stream slowed down into a puddle by debris in the corner of the driveway under a thick leafed small tree. I watched as the rain drops dripped off the leaf into the puddle, which was creating different shaped bubbles. They would swirl around alone or connecting with other bubbles. Some would flow to the end of the puddle popping against the debris at the end. Some would be swirling around freely when a drop of rain would directly land on it popping it where it floated.
I saw a parallel of life with people in the bubbles. The rain drop is like water of life coming down from up above splashing an air pocket below the surface in the puddle of this life bringing forth the existence of an individual bubble swirling around in the time clock of this world. Some will float through this life to the end of the cycle popping naturally at debris end giving up the air inside the bubble, disappearing into the sky, and returning to the other oxygen. Some will join themselves to others creating family units of bubbles. Some will be swirling around freely in this life and out of no where something comes along and pops them before their time or before they reach the end of life. We are born, we live, we move, and have our being for a time that could be quickly over as a bubble in a puddle of water.
“… What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” James 4:14 (NIV)