I step off the white porch, barefoot.
My feet imprinting grass stocks of green. Eyes looking at floral creation. Colours that please.
The ground is dry from summer heat, petals lay quiet. Still.
In need of rain. A soaking.
And I can't stop thinking as I look upon the cracks in soil, this earth open for reviving... that life can sometimes feel dry.
Depleted. Desperate for hydration. Newness.
Our cracked hearts opened wide for a heavenly outpouring. Renewing.
Life flowing showers of His rain. Nourishing. Waters.
As you still. In wonder. Of when.
Oh weary heart, do not give up hope.
Rain comes after summer heat. And sunshine after rain.
The cycle for change. Growth. Life.
Reside in His word.
His breathe over creation.
Over you. Over me.
So keep that heart open with anticipation.
He is faithful to water your land and your heart... a life saturated and abundant in Him!
Since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.
Does life ever feel dry to you?