The view outside my country home window quickly became as depressing as the state of our country under this continual scourge of covid-19 restrictions and the social unrest taking its toll.
Just like turning on the evening news or gleaning the internet, nothing refreshing appears. We’re weary and just burned out from discouraging news, divisiveness, and the dehumanizing effects of this pandemic.
Someone voiced an opinion to me the other day and I’m tending to agree with it – “I’m soooooo over this!”
Right now, our expanse of yard – we have 2.25 acres of it – personifies how we feel. It’s lifeless-looking. Brown and crunchy from lack of refreshing rain. Leaves on trees and shrubs are starting to wilt and dry up. Where I normally view verdant green is now dishearteningly drab.
Rain clouds gather around, look menacing and promising at the same time while we think “Finally, some rain!” and then just as quickly as they assembled, those clouds scurry away from us or dissipate completely. Other areas receive rain, but here at our house we are only getting a few raindrops here and there.
We need a nice, steady rainfall just like we need some good news to fall upon us.
But we’ve had little to no rain. No rain means no water in the rain barrel which we use to water our garden. Consequently, our garden isn’t doing as well as it should even though we use a hose to water it.
No rain means no green. No green means it looks lifeless out there. We take water for granted so often just like we do life. We assume we’ll always have water. We assume we will have life. But the two go hand in hand. Human bodies can sustain life for a number of days without food, but without water, that’s a different story.
Years ago, Papa and I were part of a Bible study group that decided to raise funds to “purchase” a water well in an undeveloped country. People there needed good, clean water to drink for proper hygiene and good health. We achieved our goal and raised enough funds to provide a water well through World Vision.
Remembering that reminded me that the well drilled in that foreign land became the source of not only clear, drinkable water but also a source of hope and encouragement. Water does that. It encourages us, revives us, and makes us feel refreshed.
Right now, we need refreshing in a major way! The news keeps reporting surges of corona infections, the threat of more restrictions, and even returning to lock-downs.
It’s depressing and discouraging. When added on top of all the vile vitriol being spewed on social media, on the news, and everywhere else it seems, it’s disheartening to say the least.
How much more can we take? The other day, Papa and I just needed to “get out of the house.” We escaped in our vehicle and just took a drive. We never left our car nor engaged with any other people so we didn’t don masks; we just took a several hour road trip northward through more rural areas.
The scenic views provided just what we needed to see. Since the areas we drove through had received more rainfall than we have, our eyes beheld the color green as we traveled. Green – the color of life.
As we neared rivers and creeks, we spied even more green, beautiful green. I shot the photo above on this trip. Green near the water. Refreshing water. Life-sustaining water.
What we saw refreshed us, restored our feelings of peace and well-being. And that gave me pause to reflect on some thoughts.
Maybe what we need in our country is rainfall, not literal raindrops but a different kind of outpouring – rain that restores peace, unity, and banishes fear. The kind of revitalizing rain that only comes from God.
I’m praying God pours refreshing, recovering, renewing, life-giving, life-preserving rain on us all. Will you join me?
“No water, no life. No blue, no green.” ~ Sylvia Earle, American marine biologist