There is nothing like awakening to the sound of rain on the
roof after a dry spell. For weeks now, I’ve
been struggling: I haven’t really been able to concentrate, I felt like I was
holding my breath…I’ve just been hoping, praying and waiting for the rain.
Every time I walked outside, I could see another casualty due to the lack of
moisture. I could have sworn that I
heard the little transplants gasping out “water!” as I walked by. There was nothing I could do.
But, sometime in the night the rain began…
Ahhhh!
Despite the fact that the Boss is ALWAYS telling me that
everything will be okay, and that I shouldn’t take things to heart so, I was
beginning to worry. …and I saw his face
light up this morning when I told him about the rain. He didn’t mind that it meant he would have to
spend hours and hours in the wet at the Market.
While he would have been happier if so many vendors hadn’t bailed
because of the rain…the moisture is crucial to the rest of the season, so he is
rejoicing as well.
The world looks so different this morning. (…and not just
because I could really use windshield wipers on rainy days) The grass is
greener, the flowers brighter and the soil even LOOKS more fertile. The sheep
are grazing in thick, lush grass. I am
feeling SO encouraged!
Thank you, Lord, for the rain!
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