“Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters. For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it. For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress; instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle.” Isaiah 55:1,10-13
Every surface glistened when I first looked out this morning; I saw the soft drops tickling leaves and grass, dotting the water. After days of more menace than wet, I welcome the grumbling sky and its steady rain. What languished is lustily drinking, what drooped is reviving. As I used to tell the children, everything is saying ‘thank you, thank you’ to their Creator and Keeper.
O fainting heart, listless passion, spent vitality, weary soul, drink in the Rain! Take your fill of Jesus, and leap for joy! Lord on high, rinse my mind of thorn and brier, slake my thirst with Your word, revive me to bloom, bear fruit, and sing!