The clay slope by the hay feeder is glazed and slick, the sand in the round pen soaked and sloggy and the step-off into the lot is nothing but muck, but this rain could not have come in better fashion: twenty hours of drizzle when the grass is just beginning to come out of its winter dormancy. A couple days of warm weather will trigger a surge of green, a welcoming declaration of spring.
The burnt black of the pasture will change quickly and the horses will prance at the chance of fresh forage. They eat their hay readily enough when there is nothing sweet and soft, but nothing out of the loft will compare to tender growth, sweet and pleasant.
Those who approach in hungry humility, eager for the very words of life, hearts and minds yearning for the refreshing of the Spirit, find a filling in Scripture that cannot be found in anything else. In the words revealed and in the Word Revealed, they find a satisfaction that soothes the soul and renews the mind.