I just looked at the 15-day forecast on my weather app, and there’s not a raindrop in sight. That might be good news for the Matthew-soaked areas, but I can’t remember the last time it rained here.
Oh, we’ve had a pop-up shower or two, more in my work parking lot than at home, but a good, soaking rain has been hard to come by. The grass is getting crunchy and plants are looking distressed.
I thought about our drought as I read the words of Isaiah 45:8, “Drip down, O heavens, from above, And let the clouds pour down righteousness; Let the earth open up and salvation bear fruit, And righteousness spring up with it. I, the LORD, have created it.”
I found myself wondering if I thirst for righteousness as much as the earth thirsts for rain, if I work as hard to cultivate salvation as we worry about the plants we put out in the yard.
When I was a little girl, a lady said her first visit to Antioch where we went to church at the time was also my first day there as a tiny baby. She loved to tell me how they sang “Showers of Blessings” that day; I always thought of it as our song.
The chorus sums up my thoughts for today:
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy-drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.