Euphoric

You visit the earth and water it;

you greatly enrich it;
the river of God is full of water;
you provide their grain,
for so you have prepared it.
You water its furrows abundantly,
settling its ridges,
softening it with showers,
and blessing its growth.
~Psalm 65: 9,10~

I've always loved this poetic description of rain. It makes me think of Disney's old short film, Johnny Appleseed, which showed rain coming down on furrows, making the youngling trees shoot up.

"The Lord is good to me
and so I thank the Lord.
For giving me the things I need,
The sun and the rain and the appleseed.
Yes He's been good to me."

In the new Narnia movie, after winter is over, Edmund redeemed, the battle won, and the Golden Age about to begin, renewing rain falls pattering over the land. Regrowth, cleaning, blessing after the dry season.

And yesterday, I stood outside and watched it come down in sheets. Here in dusty West Texas, where little cars drown in flash-flooded streets for lack of proper drainage. In our very front yard, which my mother has been struggling to keep watered, because one sweltering day is all it takes to wilt flowers and fry grass. The wet stuff came down as rippling brushes, sweeping the street clean, dotting the sidewalk with circles and rings, and dripping from the blackened pine trunks. Of course, I had to get out in it a bit and plash with my toes, joyfully half-soaking myself before growing cold and running inside.

And this on the day I had determined to watch for a blessing about which to blog.

I've decided that since I've been cynical and far too critical lately, and since I've nearly forgotten my new blog already for lack of "things to talk about," the logical thing to do is to blog about blessings. No matter size or perceived importance, that's what I expect to do for a while now. Maybe I'll keep away the sarcasm, and not write, "I got a 65 on my Spanish quiz today. Hurrah." Or maybe there will be those days. But I think it should be interesting, and hopefully the Lord will open my eyes to His ever-present blessings.


"In dry places, such as parts of Africa, India, and the Middle East, rain is greeted with euphoria." ~Wikipedia~