From Drought to Drenching

What a difference 6 months can make.  This past summer I chronicled the horrific Drought burning up our neck of the woods.  Our pond, or "tank" as it's called down here in the south, is the lifeblood of our farm for the livestock and the wildlife.  An oasis of beauty, offering a drink deep for the goats and deer, a cool, green haven for the snappers and bullfrogs, and a place of serenity for our souls.

Weeks of a searing sun and the accompanying super-heated winds caused havoc on the land, parching even the deepest of tanks. We were not sparred the trial.

This is our tank mid-August, 2011.  Heartbreakingly dry.  Praying for relief and the soaking, life-giving rains.

Fast forward to the winter rains of this past week!  Not just a sprinkle, nor a soft spring rain.  This was a flood of biblical proportions.  Well, almost!   5 inches in less than 2 days.   There is now water overflowing!

Often the trials of our lives parch the very soul.  It's so easy to become brittle and dry in the fire-storm.  May the winter rains of peace soothe the scorched hurts of the trials you bear, bringing relief you never expected.  A blessing overflowing...