In A Dry And Thirsty Land

We awoke to dead tree branches, mud everywhere, and an overflowing lake. Yay and Hooray!

The morning walk was fascinating in that one's feet had to be very careful when treading on such gooey mud. The SconeLady was attentive to this, and quite circumspect in her steps. A road was closed. Workmen (I saw no ladies) were out in their droves, hacking away at all the detritus of the Storm. 

And everyone was smiling. "Good morning, good morning! Lots of rain, eh? A good day's work!"

But - what's this? A man at the lake was standing there by the pumps, LETTING THE WATER OUT! Just willy-nilly draining off the excess - as if there was more where that came from. It struck us as mildly absurd, does it you? At least they could have kept it to crow over for a day or two, and taken some time to decide.

But be that as it may, we are still basking in the memory of rain splattering on parched lawns. As we drifted off to sleep we could hear it, pounding away just outside our open bedroom window. It was dreamy. Those of you who hail from climates where rain is abundant and therefore annoying, might smile at our quirky response to this phenomenon. But we - we relish it as thoroughly as we can, while it lasts. Almost as we would a Golden Egg that might not lay again.

We think of and believe the words, "Oh God, You are my God, I shall seek You earnestly; my soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You in a dry and thirsty land where there is no water." (Psalm 63:1). A living picture of the truth that we live every day. Best to soak it up, live on it, store it away so that you can have it ready when that dry dust drifts by you once again. Because it will, once again. So don't let your Lake run low. Drink up and bask in the abundance which, as we know, never runs dry.




See you along the Way!
the SconeLady