Needing Fresh Rain

Dove 2 I sat on my porch, coffee in hand, enjoying the quiet hush of early morning on the mountaintop. The green lush mountains were there as always, but the sharp contrast of scorched grass caught my attention. An unusually dry summer left us praying for rain.

Picking up my Bible, I poured over its words.

To my delight, rain started to fall. Ahh…a gentle soaking rain going clear to the roots of the soil.

God’s Word is like rain that falls on the desert of the heart. The place where the water of the Word is absorbed—like fresh rain from heaven, deep down to the roots—flowing and rushing through dry places of soul and spirit.

When my soul feels parched,
adrift, and dry—
I am longing and waiting,
needing fresh rain.

Others around me
On desert plain,
Panting and thirsty,
Needing fresh rain.

Wilderness stretched out—
No hope in sight.
Lord, we are praying
please send fresh rain.

When your heart feels parched and dry, run to God’s Word and drink deep from the fountain of life.

Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. For the Scriptures declare, ‘Rivers of living water will flow from the heart of anyone who believes in me.’ John 7:37