parched

I stretch out my hands to You;

My soul longs for You, as a parched land.

Psalm 143:6

 

 

For several months now my soul has been parched.

 

Dry.

Thirsty.

Dehydrated.

Withered.

I've been wandering around like I was in the desert

when water was easily available to me at every turn.

But I was too busy,

too tired,

too nauseous,

too distracted.

Until last night.

Last night at church, the Lord broke through

and started to rain on my parched soul.

It softened the hard, dry places

and the tears began to flow.

Tears of gratitude and repentance,

unworthiness and hope.

And I was swept away in the flood,

the deluge,

the down pour,

the torrent of His love.

Kim Hill says it best in her song "Rain of Your Mercy"

I see the clouds out on the horizon

I feel the wind blowin' in my face

I hear the sound of a rollin' thunder

I know a storm is about to break

It's the rain of Your mercy

It's the rain of Your mercy

Now I've always heard about Your greatness

How showers of life flow from Your heart

Your death on the cross proves how much You love me

But I'm still surprised at how good You are

In the depths of my sin

Your mercy comes in

And shows me the depths of Your love

And it humbles my heart, tears me apart

Moves me to thank You my friend

For the rain of Your mercy

The rain of Your mercy

Is fallin' again

(Is comin' again)

I'm bein' washed in the water from heaven

Sweet tears of joy pourin' down on me

I lift up my head, drink Your forgiveness

Your spirit is here to set me free

 

If you find yourself parched right now,

let the Rain of His Mercy fall on you today

and be refreshed.