True to its mission, the rain falls upon the parched desert earth, breathing life into the fragile roots lying dormant there.
As the sun begins to bare its energizing rays earthward, the desert flower accepts each miracle designated for its growth.
From the tiny green start, the desert flower busts forth as a surprise party even though it rises in apparent obscurity.
On distant mountain peaks, the frozen rain develops into intricate patterns of snowflakes. Building, building on branch and bow, ever so deep, in preparation for Spring.
The sun, once again, transforms the snow into life-giving water that races on it’s jubilant way, delivering essential nutrients as it flows to the open sea.
As the tides rise and fall, the mist gathers together, congregating and forming power-filled drops of water to be delivered to the perishing.
Holy Spirit rain on us. We are perishing.
3/25/2017
congregating
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