I was watering the garden in the smoke yesterday, watching how quickly the water disappears into the dry earth. Our friend who is helping with watering asked me if she was doing it right on her days. “I just don’t understand why it looks like I’m not even watering.”
“It’s just that dry,” I told her.
A drop lands and practically sizzles. It sends a puff of dust. The sky is like a bruise. The sun simultaneously scorching and weak through the smoke.
I watered, and I thought, “That first rain is going to be like a miracle.”
It takes going through a dry season here to really appreciate the rain.
The sky opens up. Water comes from heaven. What? Is that really possible?
In two minutes God accomplishes what I would have to spend eight hours to do with my puny little sprinklers.
The first rain.
Fasting and feasting. Waiting for the promise. The Bible is packed full of references to this part of our life with God. We are in the now/not yet. We know rain will come, but we can’t control when it will give us those first drops.
“Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord;
His going out is as sure as the dawn;
He will come to us as the showers,
As the spring rain that waters the earth.” - Hosea 6:3
Sometimes when I am waiting for God, I get a little too invested in my own systems. I wrap my gnarled rat hands around the garden hose, insisting that my efforts are going to be AMAZING. It’s okay if you don’t want to come now, I tell him. I can do it all by myself.
And then the rain comes. It drenches me, the garden hose, my gnarled rat hands and my face scrunched up from my efforts to be a tiny god. We are all soaked, instantly. Better to lay down on the ground, hands open, mouth open.
That first rain is going to be like a miracle.
( A post by Rae- Cross posted at Journey Mama)