Drought can do funny things to people. They find themselves worrying about stuff they can’t control, wondering why it is that other folks get blessings they don’t get. Of course, floods can have a similar effect. I guess what it is, is that people just have sort of a natural tendency to wish things were better, if not perfect. I’ve even heard it said that depression is the exaggerated distance between how you perceive things to be and how you wish they were. Well, anyway, back to the drought.
One of the funny things it’s done around here is get us actually hoping for this huge winter storm that is upon us. We’re so eager for moisture that we’re getting to be pretty un-picky about how it gets here. Not that we wouldn’t prefer three or four days of slow drizzle, or a day or two of slow showers. If we had our druthers, we’d take that. And we definitely don’t want a foot of rain in a day.
But given what’s in the forecast and what isn’t, we’re praying that travelers will be safe, commuters will be cautious and that teachers and their students will enjoy this unscheduled break. And that the seven-to-eleven inches of white stuff will melt soon and slowly, and that every single bit of moisture will be absorbed into the dust that used to be dirt and give birth to a good, glowing spring.
When we become as eager for the Lord’s instruction as we are for his blessings, we just might get ourselves to a point of greater benefit from both.