Raindrops On A Hard Packed Soul

Psalm 135-141

It’s dry in my yard.  The earth is baked...hot, hard and cracked.  Days of no rain have left it mean and hard and the sky floats by crystal clear as if all were well with the earth. 

That is the way our lives are.  There is a part of us, a large part, that no one knows, but us.  It’s hard pack!!!  It keeps us lost.  It keeps us unsaved, skeptical, cynical, and addicted to chuckles.  It keeps us amused to death while we float through life as if all were well with us. 

But God knows and longs to send us showers.  These are showers of Psalms, raindrops of love and baths of freedom.

“Search me, O God, and

         know my heart;

Try me and know my anxious

         thoughts;

And see if there be any

         hurtful way in

         me,

And lead me in the

         everlasting way.

                  139:23-24