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Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
Day 27 Gentle Rain
Christina Wilson
After a full year of hearing friends
pray for gentle rains to end this
drought
I exploded
there’s no such thing as gentle rains
in Southern California!
We need rain period
Maybe we can all pitch in
to help pay
for damage caused
The voice of the Lord within my heart
“Do you think a meaningful season
of gentle rain
is beyond my ability
to perform?”
A new season–the fifth gentle rain
we’re past four inches now
nearly normal for this time of year
Still my mind protests
It’s geology–structure
Not a matter of rain
Saturated clay on clay will collapse
whether doused all at once or twice
Or dripped over time
A rain of blessings normal to one
may cause another to collapse
Whether the blessings come fast
Or stored up over time
Some are rugged some are smooth
some rise deeply into the air with
sharp jabbing cliffs some have
been rounded by years of endless rain
They both belong
Martha the worker
Mary the silent spiritual one
Lazarus the head of the house
who now is dead
They all live and grow and abide
together
One household
One face
One body
With different roles for each
Southern California as terrain is
rugged not smooth
deserts
are dry not lush and green
I always used to think
that the problem was the rain
Not realizing that Ohio gets more
rain than four years of Southern Cal
combined
Yet the mountain steeps in Ohio
don’t
Slide down to crush those living
in houses huddled below
(there are no mountains in Ohio
there are no cliffs of sand or clay)
Let the rain come then
It’s seen as blessing
though there may be some collapses
Some are built for blessing
Some are built for trial
Each are beautiful in their own way
When both give glory to the Lord
He is God creator
With room in his heart for all
Still
in this new season
the gentle rain is sweet…
perhaps my day has come