Thursday, April 28, 2011

As the Spring Rains Water the Earth

I love the rain.

(I live in a desert.)

Not the sunbaked mesa desert or the rolling dunes desert; I live in the sagebrush and rattlesnake desert.

In a desert, our life-water is in the sky. We cannot live unless it falls down, we are at the mercy of the falling of the rain. On those rare Spring days, days like today, when the temperature rises above "snow pants" and catches the sky between frozen and desiccated...

when clouds hang low and begin to melt, 
when all of my weeds are still green, 
as the drops wash the lies from my face, 

...I feel my heart begin to breathe again.

The pressure pours out of me like tears...and I remember...

Let us know; let us press on to know the LORD; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth. Hosea 6:3
I remember that He remembers me.

I remember God, reaching down like a mother bird, feeding his children with bread from the sky.

I remember the time that God reached down from heaven and became the Bread from the sky.

I remember the time that God poured Himself out in water and blood.

It falls down on me as suddenly as salvation, as unstoppable as redemption.

It is not only His grace that is falling, God himself falls on me like rain.
And I love the rain.

As surely as the sun will rise, You'll come to us
Certain as the dawn appears
You'll come
Let Your glory fall as You respond to us
Spirit, rain
flood into our thirsty hearts again
You'll come
-Brooke Fraser


  1. I love this perspective. I've been quite grumpy about all the rain in the Pacific NW, but when you look at it through this perspective, it all changes. I'm going to memorize this verse (Hosea 6:31)

  2. Its a great verse!

    It's really hard for me to find reasons to love my dry, dusty home but it sure does make the rain a welcome visitor!