I step outside this morning, bare feet to the damp grass, and feel the earth rejoicing, yielding, as last night's rain soaks into the parched soil. I have been ill this past week, feeling dry and parched myself during this long heat wave, so I feel the joy of every living thing at the profound blessing of water.
I see the face of my four year old granddaughter, a New Mexico desert dweller, who was here recently with her parents to be the flower girl for our youngest daughter's wedding. The last time that it rained, two weeks ago, she ran out into a downpour, laughing, jumping and dancing. Rain for her is always cause for celebration!
As I think about rain as a joyful blessing, the verse that comes to mind is Isaiah 58:11:The Lord will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
A well-watered garden is lush and green, producing fruit or flowers in abundance. To think of myself as a well-watered garden whose springs never fail as long as I keep my eyes focused on my Source, is both humbling and inspiring. This water of the Spirit, given freely to all who believe, never fails and breathes life and hope into all who yield, like the parched earth, to its life giving power. This is something I can hold onto...the joy that comes from knowing I have a spring within my own being that is continually renewed.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!


