The good news is it is not so dry I have no green at all in the flowerbeds or pots: the weeds are hanging tough! Unhappily, I lost some plants.
I gave up watering sooner than I should have. Well, it’s dark now at 7:00 PM, and the ground is rough. The grass is brown and hasn’t needed mowing since August.
However, the hibiscus loves the cooler dry air! So does a daisy plant that looks so fresh and bright, I wondered if it rained just on that bed.
Actually, I haven’t asked God for any help with the dry weather . . . I wonder why that is.
Some might say it’s futile; no one is on weather duty . . . we all know where the weather comes from. The computer says so. We can’t do a thing to change it; it’s just fun to talk about – well, more fun than current events.
Others might say, let’s keep God’s attention on current events so that He carries us through these crazy uncertain times.
Speaking of crazy uncertain times:
I read today that Uber is seeking wider urban market for it unmanned vehicles. Some of us will embrace driverless cars but reject an infinite personal God. whose eye is on the sparrow. Go figure.
Would you get into a driverless cab?
No cab driver means nobody with whom to kibitz about the weather, or traffic, or anything as they practice their English on you, and you keep checking to see if you can really read their license.
Driverless cabs – sigh. Convincing people to step willingly into an unmanned – i.e. computer directed — automobile or train, or airplane seems like a new scheme for population control . . . We can plan bus trips into the Grand Canyon for seasoned citizens . . .
Remember HAL . . . that’s all I am saying.
So, it’s providential Psalms are on my syllabus this week. They re making more sense as I have been studying the Chronological Bible. The Israelites returned from Babylon, rebuilt the Temple, and the wall, and are worshipping. But, they are not the kingdom they were under David, the author of many of the Psalms I am reading.
Getting into anything that sails – through water, the air or along beltways is sobering. Even if I control the helm I can’t control the voyage.
I am reading some Psalms — many from Book V.
Psalm 107 got my attention, especially Psalm 107:23-32 in plain English. (Emphasis is mine)
Some of you set sail in big ships;
you put to sea to do business in faraway ports.
Out at sea you saw God in action,
saw his breathtaking ways with the ocean:
With a word he called up the wind—
an ocean storm, towering waves!
You shot high in the sky, then the bottom dropped out;
your hearts were stuck in your throats.
You were spun like a top, you reeled like a drunk,
you didn’t know which end was up.
Then you called out to God in your desperate condition;
he got you out in the nick of time.
He quieted the wind down to a whisper,
put a muzzle on all the big waves.
And you were so glad when the storm died down,
and he led you safely back to harbor.
So thank God for his marvelous love,
for his miracle mercy to the children he loves.
Lift high your praises when the people assemble,
shout Hallelujah when the elders meet!
If weeds are hanging tough, maybe I can too. But, I think I’ll ask for help.
In dry spells, or deluges, I need you, Lord. I love what grows because of water and sun. You are good and have been good; You will be good.
It’s just not easy to understand why You do what You do. But, I don’t know why anybody is doing what they are doing.
Life seems like an ugly mud wrestling mess. And people are hurting, dying; killing each other just because they can.
Please send rain.
As I finished this and started off on our evening stroll, rain poured down . . . its sound on the sky light may not last long, but it is sweet.
I am praying now for God’s gentle answers to your heart’s cries . . . and more rain.
Hello! The smell and sensation of rain was grand, indeed!
and now to enjoy the CHILL of an October morning!
Leaves falling out here this morning. Glad you got some rain last night.
What a pleasant start to the day, a new garden blog entry!
Driverless cars should be an oxymoron.
Praise God for his abiding care for us, especially as we run around like chickens with our heads cut off, unappreciative and unloving.
I thought I was dreaming when I heard the rain last night. And what a lovely smell, fresh rain!