We moved into our brand new home on December 1. Having never lived in a newly built house, I
was not prepared for the missing elements such as towel racks, toilet paper
hangers, some light fixtures and a fire place mantel, that were constantly used
but never given much thought. Another huge undertaking was a lawn, but that
would have to wait until spring. Between
our procrastination and the landscaper’s scheduling, the lawn was not seeded
until July….bad, bad planning, just in time for the summer drought. We spent a fortune in diligently watering the
sprouting seed and finally by October, we had a sparse lawn to enjoy.
This year, with the
spring rains and a couple of "Weed n Feed”
applications, the lawn began to show signs of becoming what I had
envisioned. My husband believes in the
idea that “More is better” and
decided to fertilize on the first day of every month. It was great until we came to the hot summer
days of July. So fearful of burning up
all the progress we had made, I begged him not to spread the July
application. All I could imagine were
crispy brown blades of grass that would soon be trampled into the dry parched
soil. Steve assured me my fears were
unwarranted because this was “Slow-Release” fertilizer and would
lie dormant on the soil beneath the grass until activated by a water
source. A week passed and the grass
became a little less green. The heavy
dew of the night quickly dried in the morning sun before the cracked soil below
could benefit. Another week passed, my
fears mounted until one morning I woke to the sound of an abundance of
rain. The rain continued all day,
slowing to a gentle shower until finally ending the next evening. Within 2 or 3 days the brilliant green
returned, new sprouts appeared and bare spots were filled; the
fertilizer had been activated as promised replenishing the soil’s dissipated nutrients.
There are days I revel in the new growth my spirit
experiences. God is so near, the
blessings are overflowing and I’m sure I will never go through leanness again.
But “summer” comes, the reserves
dwindle and the ground becomes dry and cracked. The little bit of dew I experience along the way
just doesn’t last long enough in the hot winds of life to give any relief. Sometimes I have questions; I wonder if God
really knows what He is doing with this application; will I lose what little
progress I have made since the last drought?
His gentle voice reassures my thirsty soul, “Do not fear, it is a
slow-release treatment. The rains will
come and activate it in due season.”
So, I wait; my thirst becomes unbearable as I pray, search His Word for answers
and listen patiently to the silence, until one day I wake to the sound of an
abundance of rain.
It may come as a
gentle shower or a raging storm; begin as a few sprinkles and grow to a deluge,
but the rain will come. God is faithful
and as surely as He gives us everything we need to accomplish His will, He will
activate it with the necessary rain, at just the right time. You will begin to
grow, the bare spots will fill in and the slow-release nutrients will be just
what you needed for your next adventure in God.
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