The Next Dry Spell
The rain is falling gently,
cleansing the air, the ground
and my soul.
I’ve just experienced an awfully dry season,
both inside and out.
I need nourishment that only a
cool, long drink of water
can provide.
Slow, gentle drops,
sinking in,
filling up my reservoir
for the next dry season.
And so it is, Lord.
digging deep,
I immerse myself in Your words.
I hang onto the last stanza
of a worship song,
offering up praise to You.
I hug my family and friends
just a little tighter than usual
during our goodbyes.
Treasuring, storing and preparing
for the next dry spell
that shall surely come.
by
Delores Brouillette Adams
(Psalms 45:1) To the Chief Musician. Set to “The Lilies.” A Contemplation of the Sons of Korah. A Song of Love. My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Beautiful, Lori!!!
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Thank you! God graciously prepares us for what is just around the corner.
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