Rain, rain… go away… come again some other day.
I’ve been singing this song a lot lately.
Not that I have a problem with actual rain. I quite enjoy a nice little rainstorm. The pitter patter of the drops falling on the windows. The lightning flashes and thunder rolls. These things are comforting and soothing and quite lovely to watch from inside the safety of my house.
But unfortunately the storms I’ve been weathering have been more of a spiritual nature. Wondering what my place is in the Kingdom. Working through obstacles and frustrations in my life. Facing a bit of burnout and exhaustion in my heart.
It feels like I’ve had enough rain.
But this morning I had an interesting revelation as I was reading through Psalm 65. It says this:
You drench the plowed ground with rain, melting the clods and leveling the ridges. You soften the earth with showers and bless its abundant crops. You crown the year with a bountiful harvest; even the hard pathways overflow with abundance. (Psalm 65:10-11)
The rain gets the ground ready for a great harvest.
I never really thought about it that way. In an age of tractors, sprinklers, and technology that can quickly and efficiently turn any rocky, barren plot of land into a fertile, lush field, we can forget the importance of rain. Just plain old, natural, free…rain. I imagine what it would be like to try and produce a crop without all the modern conveniences we are used to today.
Rain transforms the landscape. The forceful thunderstorms “melt the clods and level the ridges.” Rain prepares the ground for seeds. Rain softens the hard places so that roots can burrow down deep and strong. Rain gently waters the grain after its been planted: strong enough to saturate, but not forceful enough to unearth what has been sown.
I am realizing that rain is a part of preparation. It’s a part of healing. Of removing the bumps and lumps that would interfere with the seeds I’m supposed to be sowing. It’s a part of watering the dreams that have already been planted. It’s transforming the landscape. It’s transforming me.
And so, I’m embracing the rain. Embracing the struggle, change, challenge and healing. Embracing all it asks of me, so I can fully embrace all it with produce in the end.
“You crown the year with a bountiful harvest; even the hard pathways overflow with abundance.”