Devotions Archive Archive: 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024 Search Archive Print This Article Growing Tuesday, February 19, 2002 Isaiah 55:10-11 As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. It's been raining all day. The sky is swollen and gray; it looks full and ready to rain and rain and rain. And we need the rain. The farmers are happy to see the rain come. No snow this winter, no moisture, dry earth is finally filling up with water. And the buds of daffodils have been reaching out of the ground for a couple of weeks. They haven't frozen off yet. I think this rain will get to them. Maybe we'll have flowers in February. I don't hear God speak the way I see the rain fall...and feel the rain fall: Andi and I delivered papers in the rain this afternoon, and we both got really wet. I can't ignore the rain, at least when I'm standing out in it, the way I seem to be able too often to ignore God. So I'm glad God doesn't need me to be aware of him the way I am aware of the rain. He pours down, nourishes me, enriches me, fills my life; and he doesn't require any particular response. He'll never stop, he will accomplish what he desires, he will achieve his purpose. I will grow toward him, and he will harvest my fruit. Of that I can be certain. When I blow like dust in the wind, Lord, you are the rock. You are my rock. Thank you for never changing. "; Add      Edit    Delete