There is nothing quite like a drought to make you aware of the importance of water. As we wait for the winter rains to begin, the dangerously low water levels in our dams are a constant headline in the news. Every wasted drop of water brings about huge feelings of guilt as we experience day after day of an incredibly dry summer.
Our lawn was a crisp, dead brown and walking on the grass even hurt a little it was so hard. Looking out of my kitchen window was bleak.
And then, after several failed attempts, we got our borehole working. Suddenly we were able to give the grass, flowers and plants what they had been desperately seeking without wasting the precious municipal water. The grass has turned into a deep green and its soft and gentle under my bare feet.
The Psalmist describes the man who delights in the law of the Lord as one who is planted by streams of water.
Psalm 1 vs 3
“He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.”
The days I don’t start by spending time in His Word and Presence often leave me feeling like the dreary, brown grass. The days in which I spend time with Him are filled with color as I see the different promises He shows me in the mornings being brought to life throughout the day.
Mark 1 vs 35-36
“And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed.”
If this was the way in which Jesus started his day, and if the description of a wife of noble character is to rise early before her household, then I am excited to see what will grow out of these early mornings.