We've been waiting for seven long years for a rain like this one. We're measuring the rain now in inches rather than in hundredths-of-an-inch! Our land, and us with it, have been suffering from severe drought for seven years. We are far, far behind in our ground moisture and our average annual rainfall is only 11-12" so you can imagine how parched we've been. But this past week, we've been showered upon. Rained upon. Poured upon! What a blessing from God. I was in town today looking at some greeting cards when an older gentleman strolled in with a smile. The clerk asked him if it was still raining outside and he answered, "Yes, it's still raining! It's holy water! We've prayed for this a long time."
I couldn't agree more! It thrilled my heart to hear those words, Holy Water -- and it is.
"Drip down, O heavens, from above,
And let the clouds pour down righteousness;
Let the earth open up and salvation bear fruit,
And righteousness spring up with it.
I, the Lord, have created it."
Lord, help me to remember when the muddy boots come traipsing in and the mud room lives up to its name in it's fullness, that this mud, this gumbo guck, has been made with Holy Water. Your Heaven-sent Holy Water. May I smile as I sweep and drag out the mop and ringer bucket again. You have been faithful. Thanks be to You!