Rain

The Psalmist said, “As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for You, God. I thirst for God, the living God.When can I come and appear before God?” (Psalm 42:1-2)

Every since I got into the flower growing business (down here on the farm on the Whimsical, Eclectic Walkway**, I have been longing for the showers of water that seemed to be more frequent than they presently are. Even the Piney Woods is suffering, and huge deciduous  trees are dying at an alarming rate.

Who knew flowers and other plantings, surrounded by dark green St. Augustine grass, would take so much water. And shouldn’t it rain a bit more here in East Texas than it has this year (or last or before last)? I am watering almost every other day and still the flowers wilt, turn yellow, drop leaves. . .well, you get the picture. There is needed work on improving the soil, and we are trying to do so. The complaining about having to mow to much a couple of years back didn’t help,  so… that doesn’t happen as much any more – complaints or mowing.

I  am even more concerned that so many folks seem to have embraced a lack of enthusiasm for “living water” that is taught, caught, and shared in the gathering of the Body of Christ. It’s not difficult to see that the number of folks who seem to have no longing, perhaps I should say, no thirst, for appearing before the the Living God on those days we have set aside to gather for Worship and Praise, delving into the Water of Life, and sharing our lives in the intertwinement that is spoken of in Scripture as “lloving one another,” grows exponentially.

There are folks who speak to me regularly about the growing richness of God’s Word in their life, and a consuming desire to “know Him,” but there remains that agonizing realization that for so many, there is only an advancing drought of “streams of living water flowing from deep within.” (John 7:38)

**Whimsical, Eclectic Walkway – A path surrounded by the simple beauty of flowers, rock formations, and a peaceful place to rest. You are welcome to visit.