Let my teaching fall like rain
and my words descend like dew,
like showers on new grass,
like abundant rain on tender plants.
I don't know if the powers that be have declared our Central Texas drought over.
But it feels like we at least have had a respite.
It has rained over that past few days. Sprinkled, poured, soaking and steady. In our generally-sunny climes, soccer games and golf events have been cancelled, fields are flooded, creeks are running.
It's a thing of beauty.
And we are privy to a landscape changed. After months of brown, tan, dry, tired, the whole cityscape is becoming green and vibrant again.
With just a few days of rain.
It's amazing what a little water can do.
When my soul gets a bit parched, I start looking for spiritual swimming pools. I look for oceans of inspiration and cascades of creativity. I seek an oasis in the desert.
But maybe all I need is a little rain. To seek those sprinkles of His presence, those refreshing droplets that remind me He is there and that He can green up things in life with just a little shower.
Maybe one of these days our area lakes will be at capacity again. Perhaps the outlying towns who have been having to truck in water will no longer need to do so. Perhaps the water rationing schedules will cease.
But until then, this rain is blessed.
As is the rain He brings to the dusty places of the heart, even when all the answers aren't cataloged and all the issues aren't resolved.
He still brings sweet rain.