Until I lived in the desert, I never understood that hope of rain. Just a little water falling from the sky freshens the air, the ground, and my attitude.
I have the same hope tomorrow–knowing that two of God’s servants will be in our meeting. And for weeks from now–as we prepare for Torreon convention and the visitors that come with it! Even September holds hope in the palm of her hand with the arrival of our larger convention in the next state over.
A spiritual shower may not make my tomatoes grow, but it sure does help love to grow: Love for my meeting, my family, my place, and love for a world struggling to find a foothold in the midst of chaos.
Rain down on me.