Over the past couple of summers I’ve discovered a really great place to go camping. We’ve had men’s weekends there and, last summer, a number of us brought our boys. While nothing is planned yet, I expect to visit again in the next few months.
The first year I went, there was this beautifully lush, full pond, big enough to swim and fish in. The following year, it was half the size. Last year, it was almost gone, and that made me incredibly sad.
I’ve been thinking about that small pond for the past few weeks. We’ve had some decent snowfall, so has it filled back up? Or is the summer heat once again attacking its retreating shores? Relentless drought can eventually take something that was once vibrant, beautiful, and full of life, and shrink it down to nothing but dusty, dry, cracked earth.
When we experience this in different seasons in our life, it’s incredibly painful. We’re left frustrated, sad, alone, and confused. As I think about that pond, I’m praying for the areas in my own life that are drying up too. Some just need to evaporate entirely. A few need a good back-to-back rainstorm. And maybe, I just need to sit in the dust and be thankful.
Wherever you’re at, I’m guessing there’s drought around, so I’ll pray for a little moisture to come your way as well this week. After all, we all need a drop. Or two.