August 13, 2012
Last night we had a nice storm that brought in some much needed rain and some cooler weather. I came outside to the birds singing and the grass a little greener.
At prayer, I thanked God for the rain that causes the ground to be fruitful. And I thanked Him for making us fruitful as well. And I asked Him to fill us with patience and joy to do His will another day.
When I got back to my room, I opened my Daily Light and read James 5:7-8 – “Therefore be patient brethren, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, waiting patiently for it until it receives the early and latter rain. You also be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.”
Then later this morning I grabbed a scripture out of the “scripture envelope” at our morning meeting and it was Psalm 92:14 – “They shall be fresh and flourishing.”
Huh. Are You talking to me, Lord?
So just now, I opened my Streams in the Desert, and God needed to drive this message in a little further. The first thing I read is, “If clouds are full of water, they pour rain upon the earth.” (Eccl. 11:3)
Lord – what are you trying to tell me? Rain… flourishing… fruit… patience?
And I started thinking about how dry everything has been lately. How the sunshine is great and all – but it dries everything up. But when the clouds bring the rain, that’s when things grow and flourish.
It’s the same in my life. When the sun is shining and all is well, I start to get comfortable and stagnant. But when the storm comes, I have challenges and opportunities to grow. And it always brings the rain (the blessings) with it.
I kinda feel like I’m going through a dry spell. I’m not sure if it’s cause my mind has checked out of prison already. I’m in this place of transition where I am ready to be home, I’m preparing myself for home, but I’m stuck here.
I know God wants me to make the most out of each day I have left here. So it is pretty exciting when I hear the same message all through the day. He’s still nourishing my soul, even when I think there’s nothing left for me here. I want to be like “a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither.” (Psalm 1:3)
I don’t want my leaf to wither ever. I cannot let it wither for the next 5 weeks either. Gotta keep growing. Keep producing fruit.