Fresh morning dew speaks of sufficient humidity, moist soil and colliding temperatures to make the blades of grass boast of their 1000’s of shiny, silvery beads. Yet we don’t hear a lot about dancing in the dew. Marvelous mists can contact the thirsty tongues of tomato crops and every kind of aromatic flowers.We simply don’t write songs about singing in the mist. There are 115 occurrences of “rain” in our Bibles. Not one of them speaks of raining cats and canines. So what’s it about rain that stirs emotional pleasure, dancing and singing and compositions of imaginative youngsters’s literature? Langston Hughes says that some individuals really feel the rain. Others simply get moist. Bob Marley quipped, “Do not be offended with the rain; it merely doesn’t know how you can fall upwards.”
D. Jake Roberts is the assistant pastor at Monument Bible Church in Scottsbluff, Nebraska. Before semi-retiring in 2010, he served as the lead pastor at Monument Bible Church for almost 20 years. He and his spouse, Sharry, have been married for over 50 years.
The magnificence of puddles is that they instantly mirror and function proof that it’s raining. The plunging of sky drops pound and declare their existence right into a quiet easy puddle. It’s raining, and it smells so good.
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Once once more we, of the Nebraska Panhandle, are usually not solely in extreme arid circumstances however one other 4,000-acre wind-driven wildfire blackens our treasured bushes and canyons and the sky won’t deny a tragedy is in our midst. There’s no patchwork repair available for this. We had been simply coming to phrases with the final two wildfires – kinda.There’s a “promised” window of rain at this time as I write this. We’ve develop into skeptical of such predictions. They have confirmed false in the previous and are sandpapering and dashing our hopes. There’s one other aroma wafting our means together with ashes on our autos … that clear odor of hearth. This wildfire has been named the “Smokey Fire,” named for a nasty inversion that retains barreling heavy smoke close to floor degree.We are anxious. When the inversion lifts the hearth can rapidly unfold in any route. Kudos to the trustworthy fighters and those that assist them. The hearth won’t be ignored.And neither will the rain. Dear God, hear our plea. We want rain! Soon! Please. You don’t need to see it and even hear it. If it’s raining, our nostrils have the capability to sense and establish that gripping aroma. Ah, the sweet fragrance of rain … really.We, for positive, don’t sing in the mud or jubilantly kiss in a sandstorm. That’s reserved for rainfall. Have you ever cursed the rain? Do our picnic plans supersede, and have larger worth to us, than the crucial significance of heavenly spiraled corn leaves screaming for rain’s life-rendering consolation? Mist and dew won’t ever develop into a river. That requires rain.God made a promise (and He has, and He will maintain it). It won’t rain as in the days of Noah ever once more … simply ask the rainbows. At this second, our nation experiences pockets of damaging raging rivers. Elsewhere sunken boats level their bows skyward as testimony that water ranges are dangerously low. Ah, the sweet fragrance of rain. Come!A poignant outdated hymn speaks of, “A beautiful Savior is Jesus my Lord. A beautiful Savior to me; He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock That shadows a dry, thirsty land; He hideth my life in the depths of His love, And covers me there with His hand.”It is one of over 8,000 hymns by the beloved Fanny J. Crosby. Either a congenital situation, or a failed mustard poultice at age six weeks would go away her blind. She led her argument for assist of the training of the blind, even talking earlier than Congress. Is there dryness holding you again out of your ardour and potential? Ah, the sweet fragrance of rain!PRAYER NUGGET: Thank you, Lord Jesus, for being our cleft in the Rock in a dry and thirsty Land.
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