Waiting For Rain

It's been pouring down rain for the past two days. I have always loved the rain. It is fresh and life-giving and cleansing. As a child, I lived in a desert, complete with cactus and tumble weed and rattlesnakes...right here in British Columbia, Canada. I remember vividly the smell of the sagebrush just after the rain. The scent of sage hung heavy in the air like a Thanksgiving turkey perfume. We would step outside, my Mom and I, and breathe deep the luscious aroma.

As I looked out at the rain this afternoon, the words to an old Gospel song flitted across my mind: "When my soul gets thirsty Lord, You make it rain for me." And as I sit here tonight, I am in desperate need of my Father to replenish my thirsty soul with His life-giving rain. I pray that it will wash over me, soak me to the bone, drench me. And as the drops run over my hair and down my face, may it cleanse away any impurities and nourish instead wisdom and hope and faith and love. "My soul is thirsty Lord, please make it rain for me."