Yesterday I finally rode some of our premeir bike trail, the Mickelson Trail. It runs from the northern Black Hills to the prairie in the south. Deadwood to Edgemont -110 miles of gentle slope and beautiful scenery. And dust.
It hasn't rained, really soaked the earth for weeks. After our ride, my friend and I stood on my porch and wondered about the fire that is only fifteen miles away. The air is full of smoke and dust, my eyes are dry and itchy, the grass crackles under foot. The hay crop has been dismal, no rain, no grass. The irreverent have posted a sign, "Fire danger extremely high. Don't even fart in our woods." We need rain.
And last night, it rained. I caught a whisper of the drops as they gathered and fell, releasing life to our land. I held my breath and opened the door and the unmistakable fragrance of rain-laden air rushed into my cabin. Cool, even cold air was received with gratitude. It's raining!
And all evening, I would open the door, step barefoot out onto the cold, smooth planks and sniff the air, listen for the gentle patter. This was no Virginia gully washer, but neither was it a brief, tantalizing sprinkle we often get in the late afternoons out West. This was a gentle replenishing of the parched earth. A dry and thirsty ground. A dry and weary land......
David knew dry and thirsty. His Psalms are full of the poetry of a desert dweller.
O God, You are my God; I shall seek
You earnestly;
My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,
In a dry and
weary land where there is no water. Psalm 63
Sing to God, sing praises to His name;
Lift up a song for Him
who rides through the deserts,
Whose name is the Lord, and exult before
Him.
5
A father of the fatherless and a judge for the widows,
Is God in His
holy habitation.
6
God makes
a home for the lonely;
He leads out the prisoners into prosperity,
Only the
rebellious dwell in a parched land.
7
O God, when You went forth before Your
people,
When You marched through the wilderness, Selah.
8
The earth quaked;
The heavens also dropped rain
at the presence of God;
Sinai
itself quaked at the presence of God, the God of Israel.
9
You shed abroad a plentiful rain, O God;
You
confirmed Your inheritance when it was parched. Psalm 68
He rides on the Clouds! And in this one, He looks like a coho salmon! |
He shed abroad a plentiful rain and confirmed (confirm- to establish the truth, accuracy, validity or genuiness of, corroborate, verify) my inheritance .... when it was parched.
Beautiful!
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