O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary. Psalms 63:1-2
Here in Flagstaff, Arizona we're in the midst of monsoon season. It's crazy, but I've lived here for almost 15 years and still can't get used to calling our rainy season The Monsoons. A monsoon to me conjures up geography lessons about rain forests in Brazil or severe storms in Africa. Even growing up in Colorado they were just called severe thunderstorms.
At any rate, we've had afternoon thunderstorms for several days now, and they will most likely last through the end of July and hopefully beyond. The great thing is that, until last year and for the last five years before that, we were in severe draught, so, the rains have been a much-needed refreshment for these parched lands of northern AZ.
Now, this post isn't meant to be a weather forecast, how boring would that be?! But it did get me to thinking about how at times we can become spiritually parched and feel like we are in a personal draught.
We shout Where is the rain? Bring on the monsoons, Lord.
Someone once told me when you feel like your in a spiritual desert, make the best of it and make yourself some cactus jelly. Well, I guess that's well and good if you're planning on pitching your tent in the hot, dusty desert--after all you gotta have something to eat. I may be in the Sahara, but I'm going through it, and I won't be needing a MOtel thank-you-very-much.