The Next Dry Spell

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 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

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