For most of the day Friday and all day Saturday, it seemed that rain was inevitable. Not just a quick shower or a tiny bit of drizzle, but the sort of rain that sets in for hours, soft and slow, drenching the earth. Every indicator familiar to those who live on the land seemed to say “This is the day of replenishing:” heavy skies stretching as far as you could see, the feel of the air and the hint of wind that usually announces some good sending of rain.
In fact, it did rain on Saturday, three separate showers, each lasting about five to ten minutes and bringing a total of a few hundredths-of-an-inch of rain. Enough rain to settle the dust and bring a refreshing break from the heat but not enough to bring the pastures back from their browning decline. For all the promise of the skies and all the signs of cloud and breeze, the longed-for rain did not come.
No, the rain did not come as I had hoped it would come, but my, what a lovely morning came in the following. The cool front from the north that had spawned the clouds and bit of rain came creeping in during the night. The temperature dropped to sixty degrees. The light of the moon shone almost as brightly as winter and we woke to a slight chill in the feel of August’s first Lord’s Day morning.
In the forming of the heavy dew and the view of clear skies and the slight, fresh breeze, we found a dawning of replenishing beauty and comfort. Even in the midst of drought, even in the harsh of heat, even in times of struggle, there are always blessings to be found. When we choose to loose ourselves from the choking grip of what we believe we desired and focus on the good of what we have received, we become free indeed.