August 12, 2011
Let it rain.
The rain has brought relief and healing to my heart ache. I’m reminded how connected we are to creation- all the world is crying out from the persistent heat. How the sun shines unrelenting and scorching, sucking us dry and leaving us wasted.
My neglected garden, with earth so dry it was impossible to attack with a shovel, is finally moist enough to tend. Almost all life is gone. Weeds are everywhere. Beauty is nearly impossible to find.
As in my heart. Lonely. Dried up. Neglected. Forgotten.
For a long time I’ve asked, prayed for the Master Gardener to awaken the garden of my heart.
Life answered with a thunderclap, startling me to the core, lightening slicing me open, slapping me with a hurt I’ve never before experienced. Oh my heart. It’s taken a shaken, a beating, a sorrow to till the soil of my soul. And my tears wet the ground, soaking, penetrating. And as the morning arrives each day, in my wretchedness, He’s come. He’s weeding, tilling, turning, digging deep and rescuing the tenderness from the strongholds. His grace, His mercy, His love are replanting seeds of trust, honor, respect, love and forgiveness and His words are helping to kill the stubborn weeds, their gripping, strangling roots.
Perhaps sooner than expected Spring will arrive. Perhaps this Spring the bitter roots will have been undone and freedom will reign and bear it’s fruits. I’m laying down, day by day, at the foot of the Master my burden and asking expectantly for His joy to rain down on His beloved soul land.
Bring peace. Bring Joy.