I'm thankful for the few rain showers that fell on Kansas City, this past weekend. Rain may seem like a very small thing, but moisture in any shape or form has been nonexistent here, for much of the summer. I can't even remember when we last had any measurable rain.
Our lawn, and the lawns of our neighbors, are a toasty golden color. The burned out blades crunch when you walk across them. The only green, on our once lush lawn, is from a few rogue weeds. Down the street, there is one patch of green grass which is the result of a frequently used kiddie sprinkler.
Folks with in-ground sprinkler systems quit watering weeks ago. It was a lost cause and a huge monetary expense many were unwilling to make. Home gardens are toast. Local deer have eaten shrubs and even stripped the ivy from our fireplace. There's nothing growing out there. They have nothing to eat.
We are in the middle of a huge drought. I can't remember it ever being this bad. Trees and bushes are drooping or dying. Flora that we had hoped was dormant, is really gone for good.
We need more rain.
Dear God: We are a needy world. When we think we can control everything, it's really difficult to accept that we don't have control of the weather. We are an insignificant part of your universe. How foolish of us to think that we can control our climate.
Help us to focus on what we can change. Show us ways to change our behavior so that we may become the best Christians we can be. We have a great example in our Lord, Jesus.
Mold us; make us; use us.
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