Judson's Legacy


The rain was pouring down outside—the pitter patter offering a beautiful rhythm to the evening last night.  I found myself laying on our living room floor, entranced by the melodic downpour.  As my eyes closed, I breathed deeply of the moisture filling the air through our open window, and my mind began to imagine a dry and parched land, a cracked and arid desert.  The rain that was filling my ears began falling on the land that was filling my thoughts.  It was replenishing the earth.

Then I began to imagine the rain falling on me, my cracked and broken soul.  It began replenishing me.

And now, God, do it again-
Bring rains to our drought-stricken lives
So those who planted their crops in despair
Will shout hurrahs at the harvest,
So those who went off with heavy hearts
Will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.
(Psalm 126 – The Message)

One response to "Rain"

  1. Jean and Gary Butler says:

    Hello to our three sweeties~
    When my babies were growing upon the farm, I use to dance in the rain with them. It was like a refreshing of our souls….all cares were gone….just the precious laughter of children filled the air. I remember someone saying…."tears wash the winshields to our hearts"…thank you God for cleaning tears and rain.
    Love you three so much!!!!!!!
    Jean and Gary

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