Only He Can Make the Grass Grow

Day eight
Disappointment
Still no grass
For enjoyment

Then day nine
Much shouting
“Baby grass
Finally sprouting!”

He has made the grass grow!

Ten-day forecast
Sunny and dry
Not a cloud
In the sky

Faithfully water
Faithfully toil
Faithfully pray
Over soil

Lord, please make this grass grow!

What is that?
I hear thunder!
Rain coming?
I wonder.

Drops felt
Excitement rising
Dark clouds
Quite surprising!

Only He can make the grass grow!

Keep watering
Pray some more
First a sprinkle, then
Downpour!

Clapping, dancing
Celebration
Heavy rain
Saturation!

Only He can make the grass grow!


My sister Christine encouraged me to read this just a few days before…

Psalm 65

For the director of music. A psalm of David. A song.

Praise awaits you, our God, in Zion;
    to you our vows will be fulfilled.
You who answer prayer,
    to you all people will come.
When we were overwhelmed by sins,
    you forgave our transgressions.
Blessed are those you choose
    and bring near to live in your courts!
We are filled with the good things of your house,
    of your holy temple.

You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds,
    God our Savior,
the hope of all the ends of the earth
    and of the farthest seas,
who formed the mountains by your power,
    having armed yourself with strength,
who stilled the roaring of the seas,
    the roaring of their waves,
    and the turmoil of the nations.
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
    where morning dawns, where evening fades,
    you call forth songs of joy.

You care for the land and water it;
    you enrich it abundantly.
The streams of God are filled with water
    to provide the people with grain,
    for so you have ordained it.
10 You drench its furrows and level its ridges;
    you soften it with showers and bless its crops.
11 You crown the year with your bounty,
    and your carts overflow with abundance.
12 The grasslands of the wilderness overflow;
    the hills are clothed with gladness.
13 The meadows are covered with flocks
    and the valleys are mantled with grain;
    they shout for joy and sing.
(NIV)









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