Soft With Showers
Psalm 31:5 - Psalm 53:1
It has rained.
For two days I have watched the gray clouds gather, felt the North wind blow, and smelled the Spring cleaning that is taking place outside my windows.
But more importantly, I have been keeping a careful eye on the raspberries my daughters and I transplanted just before the rain began.
This weather has been just exactly right for raspberry transplants. The rain. The heaven sent watering.
It settled the furrows. Made soft the soil. Allowed for growth.
My constant prayer over those raspberry shoots since the afternoon my daughters and I transplanted them has been that the conditions would be exactly what they needed to take root. To grow. To thrive.
"Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it:
Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly:
Thou settlest the furrows thereof:
Thou makes it soft with showers:
Thou blessest the springing thereof.
As I read that verse this afternoon my prayed changed from raspberries to daughters.
From bare roots to gospel roots.
I look to the Heavens.
Might He send rain in the form of inspiration? To water my daughter's souls. Abundantly.
To settle the furrows.
To make their hearts soft.
Because I see the young and tender roots there.
Tonight this is the prayer of a mother's heart...may the Lord bless the springing thereof.