This morning as I watered my outdoor plants, I prayed for rain. It's so hot and dry here that my grass is either dead or dying, and keeping my flower beds perky hasn't been easy. When I checked the weather, I found, to my disappointment, there is no rain in the forecast at this time. I immediately thought of something a woman said to me this summer during a play date, "Sometimes, I wish for storms to come in my life because I miss the closeness I have with God during those trials." I thought, "How sad! How true!" I know exactly what she means.
The Christian life is full of storms and droughts. When the droughts come, we have to keep watering ourselves with His Word while we wait for Him to pour His truth on us while we suffer. Also, we must keep seeking His presence even when, in our sinful natures, we feel we don't need it as much. If we don't seek to know Him in the droughts, how will we know Him in the storms?
I'm still praying for rain. Just a drop or two will do. I need my thirst quenched so that I can hang on until the storm whips through my life again leaving a garden flourishing with truth and wisdom.
