Shoulders slumped, the Farmer gazed at the cracked earth. Reaching down he plucked a stalk from the edge of crop. Nothing. The hulls were empty…worthless bits of wheat lay scattered across the ground. The potential for harvest was dim and the Farmer shudder. Who will provide for my family? Why hasn’t God answered my prayers for rain? Doubt fell across the Farmer just as the drought left the cracked earth and shriveled crops in its wake.
Moving away from the evidence of failure, hopelessness, and defeat the Farmer turned away. Wait…it couldn’t be. A cool, damp breeze–the promise or rain, the promise of tomorrow, the promise of God’s faithfulness–brushed across the Farmer’s face like a the dampness of a tear cried by a child’s mother at her little one’s suffering and fear.
God understood the Farmer’s need and He understands our needs. Praise God for the relief offered by the very breath of refreshment and hope!
He has not forgotten. The True Gardener sees the need and offerer his assurance.
Verse for Reflection
For I will pour water on the thirsty land,
and streams on the dry ground;
I will pour out my Spirit on your offspring,
and my blessing on your descendants.
Isaiah 44:3