Southeast Texas has been dry. Very dry the past few months. We have longed for, prayed for, and wished for rain every day. It’s bad when you feel the grass crunch and break off under your feet. The smell of woods fire causing us to fear for our homes, and then the sight of our lakes slowly shrinking reminds us to recognize the beauty of water. Mr. Franklin said it well…. sometimes we fail to appreciate that which we have a need of, until we feel the desperate consequences accompanied with the lack.
It rained yesterday, after 148 days without rain. I loved the smell, the feeling, the sight, and the sound… (I didn’t taste it, but I definitely thought about it.) Don’t keep it a secret…. you know you had the thought of dancing in the rain. ☺
Sometimes we walk through seasons that we feel so dry. Tired, weary, scorched by the heat that is redundant by this world, it’s hard to even pick up our head and take a step forward. I am so thankful that when that happens in my life, my Saviour never fails to lift my head, and comfort me. My prayer tonight is that He is the rain that refreshes you, and that you would know the peacefulness, and sufficiency that He gives freely. Lift up your head to your Maker, He knows the depths of your heart, and loves you like no other.
Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.” Hosea 6:3