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This is for Denise…  She has reminded me so many times through her blog of the symbolism of rain and how God uses it to represent His blessings being poured out upon us.

I was pondering this the other day as I was out working in my garden…  It was a wild day.  A “Last of the Mohicans” and “Braveheart” kind of day… with the wind swirling and the feel of electricity in the air as a thunder storm approached.  The dark and rather ominous clouds overhead were heavy with the promise of rain…  You could just smell it coming — the air was thick with that musty, earth-like scent of rain approaching.  There really isn’t any smell like it!

I was so relieved that the intense heat of the sun was overshadowed by the clouds, giving me a much-needed reprise to get about a week’s worth of weeding and harvesting done!  I was working quickly since it was obviously only a matter of time before the inevitable showers hit, and as I was working I realized just how grateful I was for the mere anticipation of the rain — just as much as I was when the clouds actually opened up and huge drops started falling on my face and arms.  I realized how sweet those moments are right before the rain comes… you can sense it, you can smell it, you can see it pouring on the mountaintops — but you can’t force it to come any sooner… and you certainly can’t stop it either!  You just have to wait… and anticipate the downpour thats coming.  Its a powerful reminder of what a great God we serve!!  One who is so invested in our lives that He knows the exact moment the rain will begin.

As a gardener and lover-of-creation, I am well-aware of what the rain means.  Its not just a convenience for me and a break from hand-watering — the rain represents life itself!  The forests and mountains surrounding our house are so lush and green for the first few months of spring and summer… but by this time of the year, due to a lack of consistent rain, the hillside begins to dry up and everthing becomes parched and brown… waiting eagerly and anticipating the return of consistent rain in the fall.  Everything will then be brought back to life for just a brief spell before unfolding into the brilliant colors of the season.  

This is not my favorite time of the year.  It takes alot of work to keep my corner of the world watered well enough to remain beautiful.   Yet, this season of constant attention and awareness of the dehydration all around, makes me so incredibly grateful for the promise those expectant thunderheads carry.  I am grateful for the rain, because of this season of drought and dryness.

“FOR MY THOUGHTS ARE NOT YOUR THOUGHTS, NEITHER ARE YOUR WAYS MY WAYS, declares the Lord.  As the Heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.  As the Rain and snow come down from heaven and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish… so is my Word that goes forth 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.”  Isa. 55:8-11

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