“Ask the Lord for rain in the spring, for he makes the storm clouds. And he will send showers of rain so every field becomes a lush pasture.”
And oh, that ground is thirsty…
As soon as I knew it was really raining for real, I ran out to my garden room and started hauling plants off the potting bench shelves, laying them out in a sheltered spot.
See, what plants started indoors really crave is rain.
Not tap water. Not even rainwater dribbled over them with a special watering can attachment that mimics rain.
No, what they want is the real deal – honest to goodness, fall-from-the-sky, upcycled water from the atmosphere.
It’s just like steroids for plants.
I’m serious. There’s no amount of replacement from a hose or sprinkler or watering can or five gallon pail that I can possibly give them that can even come close.
Oh, I can keep them alive. I can do my part.
That rain, though.
Plants immediately bulk up. They stand taller. They get greener. They smile.
(Okay, that last bit may be a slight exaggeration, but you get the idea.)
It’s absolutely miraculous, what rain does in a garden.
How about you, friend?
Are you getting by on tap water?
Or are you actually drinking in the real deal?
We just get that thirsty.
Pep talks can bolster our confidence. Self help books can help us take stock of what we need. A cup of coffee sipped slow on the deck can help refresh our minds and allow us to take a breath in the midst of a busy schedule. But while these are good things, they can’t go far enough, soak deep enough, raise us up enough to have any long lasting effect.
We just get that thirsty…
So – what will really fill your tank?
And what aisle of the hardware store is that to be found in?
(I can feel the eyes rolling. Don’t hurt yourself, now.)
You need a drink of the living water only Jesus can provide.
This stuff is the real deal. It will stop that parched feeling right in its tracks. It will soak right into all those dry, itchy, uncomfortable places and challenge, uplift, and restore you.
I know, because a good friend led me there this weekend.
So thirsty, both of us – and suddenly, there we were, right in the Tap Room, right at the foot of that fountain where our deepest needs and hurts and questions could be soothed and met and honoured and satisfied.
We were discussing the things of God – and then, there He was. Encouraging. Strengthening. Offering hope and perspective and – yes, peace, in the middle of some tough stuff.
We listened and shared and laughed and cried and prayed and drank deeply of that cool, life-sustaining, soul-rebuilding water.
Just like steroids.
Except these drops of liquid saturated us to the core.
I love this verse. “Ask the Lord for rain in the spring…” I realize that the context of this verse is physical rain. Yet the verses that follow speak of false means the people of the day were using to get their needs met. I believe that in addition to asking for literal physical rain, there is a sense in which we can also ask for spiritual rain, for Living Water, for the resources to refresh our parched souls and create lush conditions for our interior growth.
Do you want to grow lush and green? Do you want to stand tall, to have the resilience you need to bend and sway in the winds of change, the storms that pound? Do you want to bloom and produce a harvest of beautiful service?
Yeah. Me too, friend, me too.
Ask the Lord for refreshing rain with me?
Father, how we need what only You can provide. Help us to ask for, to diligently seek, to actively pursue Your living water – that found in Your Word and in Your presence. Amen.