After an incessant rainy day, the flowers were drenched and their beauty exuded freshness. They tug at the soul transforming the dryness inside like a hope of a new life soaked with the love and grace of the Lord.
in the heat of summer,
in the drought of a season,
in the half-hearted obedience of the soul,
in the pride of life …
we should be doused with the chastening of our humanity because in our weakness, the sufficiency and power of the Lord is like the water that cleanses, humbles and renews our parched desires …
a fun challenge over at Cee’s