A Draught

They call it a draught.

 

When the rain won't come.

 

 

The earth gets hard and the crust of it becomes crumbs under foot.

 

 

 

Everything lays waiting.

 

Waiting...



No campfires with grandchildren until it rains. The marshmallows wait to be popped into giggling smiles and wood waits to crackle and snap with the blaze of a flame.

 



I watch as life around me dries up.

 



 

And I look up.

 

Look to the One who is above the cloudless sky, the One who made the trees so long ago in the garden, the One from where the rain first came.

 

The One I forgot to thank before,  when rain came as expected.

When more came than I wanted.

 

And I thank Him now - for then. Say I'm sorry for forgetting...

for taking for granted His gift,

His water that brings life and sustains it.

And with the trees I wait.

 

Every good and perfect gift is from above.

James 1:17

 

Sometimes life can be that way...dry.

A soul can feel parched and in need of living water.

 

The One who sent the rain through the ages past sent us His son - Jesus. He came to offer us water for our souls - living water. It is different than the water He gives to the trees and flowers. The water He offers us will satisfy our souls and they will

never thirst again.

 

"Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again,

but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst.

 

But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life." John 4:13-14

 

Have you accepted His water?