Oh! I’ve just sat down to write about how dry the garden is
looking. Like California, the tall grass on the verge is brown and bent, dying
back already, and it’s not even August. But what’s that pounding out of the
heavens? Yes, the rain, long-predicted, has arrived.
So, I can score off a couple of items on the to-do list. No
need to water the pot plants. I might, however, have to race round and unplug
the internet and telephones if the thunder and lightning, also predicted,
arrive.
The house is quiet this morning, except for the sound of the
falling rain. I’ve been sitting in my prayer window, drinking in God’s words,
drawing near to him in my imagination, in my words and prayers, in my sitting –
trying to silence the random thoughts that flash like lightning through my mind
so that I can be renewed, revived, refreshed.
Peter told the crowd in Jerusalem that when we draw near to
God, he sends us times of refreshing. The world itself is parched and
languishing, battered by violence, pestilence and the results of greed. May God
bless his world with times of refreshing. May he enlighten us to live in
harmony with each other and with the natural environment. May we all drink deep
of his love, so that we no longer limp into each day, but rather dance into it.
May we sing in the abundant rain of God’s love today and
every day.
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