Let it rain

“For the land that has drunk the rain that often falls on it, and produces a crop useful to those for whose sake it is cultivated, receives a blessing from God.” ~ Hebrews 6:7
God alone takes the dry and waters it. Ps. 114: 7-8 “Tremble, o earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob, who turns the rock into a pool of water, the flint into a spring of water.” He is not hindered by what seems to be; He alone can completely change the very properties of a rock and make it a pool of water. Two different times in the Israelites’ journey God changes a rock into a water source to address the thirst of his people. He asks Moses to strike the rock in Exodus 17:6, “and water shall come out of it, and the people will drink.” Then in Numbers 20:8 He tells Moses, “Take the staff, and assemble the congregation, you and Aaron your brother and tell the rock before their eyes to yield its water.  So you shall bring water out of the rock for them.” Both times the Israelites have been grumbling about thirst to the point of doubting what God has done for them. Complaining so much and longing to be back enslaved again to all they had escaped. God responds with provision of what they need.
With mercy and grace, He gives a physical picture of a spiritual truth – Christ the Rock, struck for us, pours forth his living water that we may drink and be satisfied.(1Cor. 10:1-4; John 4:13-14)
Don’t forget that the Israelites were no different than we are – I grumble… a lot. I have seen the work of the Lord so many times, yet I too forget His faithfulness. And interestingly certain events or happenings almost act as a trigger for me, pushing me headlong into a complete whine fest and panic moment. Just like the Israelites.  They had been in this position before, thirsty, tired, over it. Why someone doesn’t say, “Hey remember the last time, God had Moses hit a rock and we got tons of water. Let’s ask again.” No, they fight, panic, and want to return to Egypt or die.
My triggers may not be physically thirsting in a desert, but I definitely have them. If I’m really transparent, 5pm around here is a great trigger. Life seems to be at its craziest then, so the fight to walk in a trusting, humble way, seeking His patience and grace is just much harder to do than to speak harshly. The unknown is a great trigger. When things don’t look like I want them to, trigger. When I feel threatened by some action of someone else, trigger. And all of a sudden I find myself saying, “why am I here? it would be better if …”
Praise God He provided the Rock, the Living Water. Christ was struck, broken and died for my sin that I may live with Him and for Him. That is the Gospel.
Hebrews 6:7 says, “For the land that has drunk the rain that often falls on it, and produces a crop useful to those for whose sake it is cultivated, receives a blessing from God” Am I a land that drinks in his rain?  do I drink in His Word, seek Him in prayer and walk according to what He has declared in scripture? Do I welcome the hard or painful lessons, the stretching? Because there is a promise attached here – that land will produce a crop useful to those for whose sake it is cultivated. Can I really understand that God’s will is that I will produce a crop that is useful for my children?
That I will be such a land that overflows with His grace, whose soil is faith, rich in His fruit, full of His mercy that my children walk safely in my fields knowing and seeing Him more. That they experience eating the fruit of kindness, patience, self control that springs from His work in my life but pours forth for their edification.
There’s a nuance here that I often miss – I desire the fruit to be abundant in my life, but I really believe I miss who its abundance is for. My flesh can hijack any fruit seen in my life and pat me on the back, commending me on a life well lived. Yet my life, my field is being cultivated, not for me and certainly not for my fleshly appreciation. I am being cultivated to be useful in His kingdom. So right now, my cultivation is important to my husband and 8 precious lives. There may be more lives impacted along the way but my land has been designed by the Master Gardener for those 9. Because I want more than anything else for them to see Jesus Christ, let me drink the rains.

Author: thoughtsfromthethreshingfloor

Daughter of the King, saved by His grace, thankful for His continuing work in me