Rain finally fell. Not much. Hardly at all...

Rain finally fell.

Not much.

Hardly at all considering the large quantities we need in this dry land.

Some snow and hail intermixed.

But the rain came.

It offered us a taste of what we need.

It tantalized us for what we long for.

Then it stopped.

And the rain hasn’t returned.

For now our skin, our lips, and our throat carry the effects of this dryness.

But we continue to long, hope, and pray that the rain will come.

We wait in hope.

But I wait in hope for more than just rain.

Just has skin, lips, and throat feel this dryness, my soul find itself parched.

Dry.

Longing to be filled.

Needing to be quenched.

But souls are quenched from a down pouring of water.

Souls are satistified by the One who makes it rain.

Created rain.

Created water.

I took a sampling and tasted.

It was good.

It tantalized my soul.

Left me longing for more.

And unlike unpredictable rain, I know He whom I wait for will come.

My soul may be dry and barren like this land.

But He is faithful.

He holds true to His promises.

He doesn’t break them.

And when I seek Him, waters will flow.

My soul will bloom.

I wait in hope.

I wait knowing that those who seek to fill their souls in Him…

Are always filled.

Overflowed in fact.

My Rain in Spain