“Learning to Embrace the Rain” by Amy Byrne

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being in Jamaica thus far, it’s that nobody goes out when it rains. Rain is to blame for most all sicknesses here. You have a cold? You must have gotten yourself wet outside…

unnamedDespite the warnings, I find something sacred about Jamaican rain.

It comes on most afternoons in the heat of the day, and when it comes, it comes down hard. White clouds roll in and suddenly darken to bold shades of gray. Then the air cools and the sky opens up. People pause under doorways and in taxis. Children run home early from school in colored uniforms. Market vendors shelter under big blue tarps.

 As quickly as the storm comes, it stops again. The world calms.

People return to streets and go about their business and plants radiate a green energy, nourished when the Earth needs it most. Sunshine, storm, calm. This cycle never ceases to amaze me.

The same way rain feeds the Earth, people nourish people. I experience it in small ways every day. I experience it in my morning commute, those who greet one another in jam-packed taxis. I see it at my mission sites, in children who walk younger siblings to classrooms, in teachers who lead morning prayers, in nurses who sing to patients.

Oftentimes I feel powerless to help residents of Mustard Seed, a home for disabled children and adults I serve. I can’t heal a beautiful six year old named Joy, bound to a wheelchair by cerebral palsy. But I can care for her, braid her hair, hold her hand, sing to her. Joy heals me in a similar way with her infectious smile, her easygoing and undeniably sweet nature.

Pictured are Amy and Joy, a resident at Gift of Hope Mustard Seed Community.

Pictured are Amy and Joy, a resident at Gift of Hope Mustard Seed Community.

It’s the little things that bring meaning and hope to people’s lives. Joy and I don’t have to speak. All of my insecurities, worries and concerns wash away when I am present with her, the other Mustard Seed residents and staff. Even on the hottest days I’m learning to have faith that rain will come and restore us again. As I move forward into this year I hope to resonate more with the rain, recognizing all the ways I can nourish and be nourished by those around me.