Refreshing rains fall from the heavens above and wet this desert land. A late spring rain gives the earth its last free drink of water until the summer monsoons sizzle on the hot dirt.
The chilly air blows in and I wrap myself in the warmth of a fuzzy sweatshirt. Probably my last chance until temperatures drop again next fall.
The air smells clean and free. My heart dances as the rain washes away the dirt-clogs of my mind. Like the Father’s rain that cleanses my soul from sin.
I look up as the clouds play across a celestial blue sky drawing me into the Father’s arms.
“He will be like rain falling on a mown field, like showers watering the earth.” Psalm 72:6 NIV
How has the Father refreshed you?
Oh, Lord, we give you thanks for your grace that rains down upon us and refreshes our souls. That draws us near to You, again.
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