Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Wet Wednesday Morning
I cannot imagine the thoughts of a raindrop. Plummeting earthward from thousands of feet skyward, it must wonder what fate lies beneath it. Does it know what awaits? Hard concrete or oceans? Soft soil or fresh cut grass? Surely it must be curious to know its fate.
I, too, wonder. I wonder what today holds. I wonder what waits for my efforts and my energy. I wonder what lies below. As surely as you use the raindrop to water the earth and restore it to new life, you do the same with me, using me to water the earth so that your Word may grow, restoring me to new life. May my words and works today testify to this faith in your abundant love.