Job 38:26-27 “He waters the land that was burnt and destroyed; He makes the seeds of grass to sprout.”
Early one California morning, before the arrival of the dawn,
I saw bolts of lightning strike through the Bay Area skies,
Starting three major fires – SCU, LNU, CZU lightning complex,
Burning more than 846,000 acres, which was beyond what human mind can comprehend.
The lightning and the fire were frightening,
Adding to the turmoil of where I was already in life,
Walking through the season of hopelessness,
Along with pandemic, and everything out of its place.
Early another California morning,
I heard the sound of gentle rain showering the dry, parched land.
I watched the downpour of the rain through the streetlights and the fog.
His mercies are new every morning, and the rain reminds of His abundance.
I heard His tender whisper in the rain drops through the stillness of dawn.
“I see you, I see your tears.
I hear you, I hear your cry, the cry of your broken heart.
I feel the anguish of your heart.
I feel the heaviness of what you carry, the loss, the grief.
I water the land where no one lives, the deserts no one ever lays eyes on.
I drench the useless wastelands, so they’re carpeted with wildflowers and grass.
Will I not take care of you?
Will I not walk with you through your seasons, through the fire, through the pain?
Will I not nurture you, will I not sustain you?”
He speaks through His creation; He walks with us through our seasons. He waters the land that was burnt and destroyed; He makes the seeds of grass to sprout.* Be still my soul, be not anxious, my Creator is in control.
*Job 38:26-27 NIV, MSG