I love a gentle rain, Lord. The kind that makes peace-full sounds as it hits the leaves and the ground. The kind that soaks in, nourishing the roots of Every Living Thing.
Even mine. Sometimes, I lift my hands and my face Heavenward… soaking in the WET-ness. Until my dry roots plump up again… and I feel like sprouting!
This morning, I was still in bed. Still nestled under the cover of the pre-dawn darkness. That’s when I heard it. That’s when I felt it.
There You were, Lord. And here You are… still. Coming over me like a gentle rain… with Your droplets of Living Water drenching my hands and face as I lifted them Heavenward and whispered “Sweet Everythings” to You.
And heard You whisper Sweet Everythings back to me.
How could this not be a day of Sprouting, Lord? Of New Buds… and Growth… and Fruit… and Harvest… all rolled into one?
“As the rain and the snow come down from Heaven and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is My Word that goes out from My mouth: It will not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” (Isaiah 55:10-11)
So it is that Life with You, Lord, becomes a Farm-to-Table Adventure… lived out in a perpetual State of Expectancy! No matter what our circumstances may be. Because the Garden of The Seed Sower and The Seed Grower always flourishes.
It’s what happens whenever we soak in WE-ness.
“You will go out in Joy and be led forth in Peace…” (Isaiah 55:12)
Ready or not, Sunday… Here WE come!