There has been no measurable rain for the past four days.The sun is pouring down heat and light.
The winds blow across the fields, licking up excess moisture.
And hope rises like yeast filled dough
waiting to be baked into something of substance.
Farmer's lips that have been drawn down with water weight
curve upward in the slighest hint of a smile
as they thank the weather but not the One Who controls it.
The Lord does whatever pleases him throughout all heaven and earth, and on the seas and in their depths. He causes the clouds to rise over the whole earth. He sends the lightning with the rain and releases the wind from his storehouses. Psalm 135:6-7 NLT
Help us Lord to trust in You
releasing the seeds you grant us to sow.
In courage and boldness may we declare Your truth
Your power and Your promises.
A proclamation of hope that will stand
when the storms return.
2 comments:
As always, you take my heart home like few others. Praying for harvest.
" . . . as they thank the weather but not the One Who controls it."
Zing.
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