This past Thursday, July 19, I took a short walk to the Creek out our back door. Our dogs went along as usual. I was sitting there in my chair, and in the shade of the trees over the gravel bar; throwing rocks in the water for the dogs to chase after. I think that was the day the high temp reached 112 degrees here in our valley.
As I was throwing those stones in the water, and Archer in particular would chase after them; clouds came in, and it began to rain. Do you know how refreshing a rain is falling from the sky above, giving you a soaking, when it is near 112 degrees? Of course with the clouds and rain moving in the temp dropped dramatically.
With the rain falling I continued sitting there throwing the rocks, Archer chasing them, and I was getting wet without getting in the Creek. It is refreshing, especially when we are in a full blown drought, to sit in the rain and get soaked.
When the rain stopped I went back to the house, and the temp was below 100 for a few minutes. An hour later there was no sign that it had rained. The ground was dry. The buckets were dry. Now it was back over that century mark.
The refreshment of rain for the ground and for a wretched ole soul like mine. A reminder of God’s grace. The wonders of God’s grace.
A few drops of rain along the banks of Flat Creek.