Bring The Rain

Parched and dry, one-third of the way thru the rainy season with only a few showers, Mali needs rain. When we arrived in "K" Village and met with the chief of the village, he asked us to pray for rain, that without sufficient rain, the people will starve.

In the early dawn of Tuesday morning we were awakened by strong wind and threatening clouds. Quickly grabbing our mosquito-net tents from out in the open where we slept, we scurried for shelter from the rapidly advancing storm. Within minutes, the rain came – ever so briefly, but it came. Ever so insufficient, but it came . . . as though God was blessing us with a sampling of His provisions for the villagers.

Plow my heart

The ground is hard
Unreceptive
Barren
Cold.

Rain Your rain

Upon my heart
Soften
Drench
Prepare.

Cultivate the soil
The wounds go deep
Refine
Purge
Renew.

Plant Your words
On ground prepared
Rich
Clean
Fertile.

Produce the fruit
Your Spirit brings
Authentic
Sweet
Life-giving.

Prune my heart
I yield it all
Bring fruit
More fruit
Much fruit.