I will make them and the places surrounding my hill a blessing. I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing. The trees will yield their fruit and the ground will yield its crops; the people will be secure in their land. They will know that I am the Lord, when I break the bars of their yoke and rescue them from the hands of those who enslaved them. Ezekiel 24:26-27
By pop-culture standards a rainy day is something we need to avoid or endure. Rain is something that messes up our agenda, keeps us back from getting something accomplished and which blocks the sunshine from our lives. During the brief time in which I lived in Southern Arizona, I remember one day driving from Phoenix to Tuscon. That Spring day had started out clear and hot, just like all the others that month. But somewhere in our journey the sky suddenly was filled with dark clouds and rain began to fall in such power that I could scarcely see ten feet in front of me. Then as quickly as the storm came it passed and within a few hours the bright sun returned. By the following day on my return trip it was as if a fairy god-mother had waved her magic wand over the desert. Instead of the unforgiving brown landscape, tiny flowers poked their heads out and a delicious fragrance filled the air.
In the same way, our Father in Heaven knows exactly when to water the seeds He has planted in us. He knows the perfect time for rain to intrude on our spiritual drought. He chooses unexpected showers that mightily pour out on our deserts and bring life back to what has been planted in our hearts.
He is the good gardener and the perfect weatherman for our soul. He chooses rain storms that seem difficult to get through, where we can’t see the path ahead. But He sends His showers so that at our harvest time we will have abundance to give. He sends showers of blessing with His promise to break down our prison bars. He sends rainy days to soften the hard soil of our hearts and to cause His fragrance to flow. On our sunny days we became dry survivors, now our desert can blossom like a rose!
There shall be showers of blessing,
If we but trust and obey;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
If we let God have His way.
Last verse of “Showers of Blessing” by Daniel White