Russellings of the Spirit

Man… this sure is a dry time.

And I say that as I gaze outside the window to my left, and notice a malicious mixture of slush and snow falling from the sky.

The dryness I am referring to is inside… not out.

And it seems to have come upon me in the span of time between two successive heartbeats.

One moment I was overflowing with ideas for essays, blog posts, witty Facebook posts, and cocktail banter. 

The next moment… dry, unbuttered toast.

Guess I’ll have to write about the experience of drying up.

I know I am not alone in this affliction. I’ve heard testimonies from other folks who have encountered their own deserts. Nothing to do but wait it out, they say.

Droughts are a regularly recurring phenomenon in the Bible, too. Most of the time they show up as God’s punishment on an unfaithful people. Sometimes, though, they just show up.

And the people wait.

And the people pray.

And the people wait some more.

And the people pray some more. 

And then, one day, after a longer spell of dryness than anyone had ever seen before, the rain begins to fall. 

And the rivers overflow their banks.

And the valleys turn lush and green again.

And all the people all rejoice. 

I’ll keep you posted…

Abundant blessings;