Year two of the drought brings more concern. Now there are not only precautions to be taken but also some restrictions. Water allotments are divvied out, and fines assessed for overuse. Buckets are placed in showers and sinks. Water barrels are purchased to store any rain or excess water whatsoever.
Years three and four are even rougher. Decisions have to be made. Lawns are often left to die while trees and plants are babied through the heat, which just seems hotter with the lack of water. Camp showers are taken, toilets aren’t flushed.
Any drops of rain are savored and if by chance there is an unexpected downpour it is welcomed even when it disrupts plans. So thirsty is the land and the people for the water.
Sometimes in our lives as Christians we go through spiritual droughts. For fear of being theologically incorrect, I am not going to get into the reasons for these droughts, so just let it suffice to say that we do go through them. When we do, we often go through the same pattern, often not overly concerned year one as we don’t feel any real consequences from the drought, but by year four we are praying for precious raindrops of God’s love . . . grace . . . mercy. We savor each word that soothes our parched hearts and relish the unexpected downpours.
One thing I have realized though is that the closer I stay to God’s Word, the source of the “rain”, the easier it is to come out of the drought. May God bless you this week through the refreshing of His Word.