This morning was no different.
Hurricane Isaac changed our plans to travel to Louisiana for Labor Day. Instead we spent a few days in Branson with my parents, sister-in-love, and nephew. And, alas, the remnants of the hurricane have been upon our area for the last 24 hours.
While cooling down after my run, I began to thank the Lord for all he has given me in regards to the ability to exercise. And, for the glorious rain falling (after all, I keep my garage door half open!). It has been a soft and steady rain this morning. As Chris calls it "the good rain" that actually soaks into the ground instead of just running off into the drains. After a summer of extreme heat, the ground has been parched.
And, then, a reminder of what the Lord spoke to the children of Israel, the most famous desert wanderers, via the Song of Moses:::
"Let my teaching fall like rain, and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants." Deut 32:2
This is the Good rain for me, a tender plant ready to soak Him in!