Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up. After two days will he revive us: in the third day he will raise us up, and we shall live in his sight. Then shall we know, if we follow on to know the Lord: his going forth is prepared as the morning; and he shall come unto us as the rain, as the latter and former rain unto the earth. Hosea 6:1-3
Excitement fills the desert air with even a faint promise of rain, and as moisture-laden clouds tease our sensibilities we find ourselves praying, "Lord, please water our thirsty land." Hailing from Illinois, where rivers cannot even contain the abundance of rainfall, this line of prayer still feels foreign to me, and I recall with a chuckle my first exposure to the relationship between rain and desert life. I was checking out my grocery items, when I noticed workers and patrons rushing to the windows and doors at the front of the store. I could feel and hear their exhilaration.
I laughed all the way home over their exclamations, "It's raining!" in response to a few little sprinkles falling from a single cloud in an otherwise blue sky. My husband likes to tell visitors about our "six-foot rains." "That's right," he says, "one drop every six feet."
When God does bless us now and then with hours of ground-soaking refreshment, we are truly thankful for the condition of our aquifers, the life-giving moisture to our wild critters, Joshua trees, and flowering vegetation. We delight then in the freshness and the beauty of our desert, washed vibrantly clean and renewed.
Desert dwellers must drink large quantities of water in order to maintain a healthy physical balance. It takes only a few hours for dehydration to set in, and we're told that if we wait until we feel thirsty before taking in water, then we are already dehydrated. Man, I get really crabby and mean when that happens.
Jesus brings us Himself, Living Water, like rain to our thirsty souls. Should a day go by without my conscious communication with my Lord, I become spiritually dehydrated, and I can get just as out of sorts and off balance as with physical dehydration. Upon every encounter with Jesus, I come away refreshed and cleansed, ready to meet the inevitable challenges of everyday life. I no longer want to live any other way.
For what do I thirst today? Might it be Jesus?
Lord, today I choose to open myself to the rain you have ready to pour into my mind, heart, my soul. Thank you, Lord, for your life-giving refreshment.
Adapted from "Finding the Flowers in a Prickly World." You may email Ms. Wilson by visiting www.pensepublishing.com.