We have been drenched with more than enough moisture. Days of rain follow days of rain. Farmers fall to their knees in prayer, needing to trust God for His provision, His timing, His promises. Those who finally had opportunity to place seeds in the soil now watch them wash away as rivers of excess run in the fields.
Yesterday on Facebook I posted about being surrounded by "wet green" and received this reply from Marcus Goodyear of The High Calling:
deeply jealous of your wet green grass since we're in a deep drought down hereSo again I look to the Lord filled with the questions of a child, not understanding our strange weather patterns, wanting to ask, "Why, Father, why?" but trusting that He sees, and He knows, and He already has a plan.
This morning, fog settled thick around us. The Lord had words with me. When I have a moment, later in the day, I will share them here.