Sweetness of showers soaking sun-dried earth is a treasure in our high desert mountains. The metaphor of showers of blessing takes on special meaning when you live with drought. Join me in meditating on the blessings of God during the storms of life. I would love to hear your comments.
Sweetness of Showers
You gave abundant showers, O God;
you refreshed your weary inheritance.
I awakened to the staccato of rain on skylights! Heaven to a desert-born girl in drought-stricken mountains. Steady rain that seeps deep into drought-dried ground is a gift from God!
Living in the desert is trying when spring winds sweep dust clouds across the road, obscuring the mountains in thick, brown haze. High wind warnings, fire weather warnings, and memories of forest fires, too close for comfort overwhelm my mind.
For desert-dwellers, rain, fog, snow, hail, moisture in any form is reason for rejoicing, for songs springing from dryness-cracked lips. I rush to the porch, enjoying the feel of humidity on my skin, the sweet drip of water from my roof, and sparkling droplets on barely-budding branches.
Spring comes late to our high altitude home. The howl of gusts in the chimneys wears on nerves, making me long for the gentle, sweet sound of showers, the fresh scent of wet pine and piñon, the trickle of rainwater in drainpipes, and the splash of puddles on the drive.
Wailing winds remind me of the times I have wandered from sheltering in my heavenly Father’s arms, the moments when He seemed distant, though I am the one who stepped away. Wind shuddering and shaking the house is a lonely feeling, causing me to crave warmth and fellowship with the One who controls the storm. There is safety in the presence of God like snuggling near a fire’s flame on a wintery day, the solace of knowing the tempest cannot harm, no matter how it moans and buffets.
Like a homeless person on a dark, blustery day, the times when I fail to seek God’s words of wisdom and guidance, His strength to weather the squalls in life are lonely, frightening times. Fear takes hold without certainty of shelter and safety. Doubts prey on my mind like the howling coyotes seeking a meal in the dark of night. A drought of the soul.
David often speaks of enemies in his Psalms. He knew the isolation of being hunted and hungry. He also knew the security of walking close to His Father God, the one able to keep his enemies at bay, the one source of solace and sustenance for his soul.
Lord, hold me close when life’s trials threaten. Fill me with sweet showers of blessing from your Spirit. Let me bask in the life-giving sweetness of your word and feel the comfort of your love.
© Copyright by Norma Gail Thurston Holtman, March 30, 2017
Norma Gail is the author of the contemporary Christian romance, Land of My Dreams, winner of the 2016 Bookvana Religious Fiction Award. A women’s Bible study leader for over 21 years, her devotionals and poetry have appeared at ChristianDevotions.us, the Stitches Thru Time blog, and in “The Secret Place.” She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and Romance Writers of America. Norma is a former RN who lives in the mountains of New Mexico with her husband of 40 years. They have two adult children.
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