Dry, Dry, Dry

We haven't gotten much rain in SWOK for months and months. It has been tough for farmers and families to keep going. The air is dry, the soil is dry, the grass is dry, my skin is dry, you name it.  We are all hot and dry here.


Lately, that has also been the state of my heart.  Dry, exhausted, brittle, spent, wrung out. It makes sense that wrung out can be good, as one is more receptive to being filled.  However, wrung out and dry feels really bad.  And anxious.  And sometimes hopeless.
I tend to find as much encouragement from songs as anywhere else.  So, today, I will share a song by Jill Phillips (one of the best!)


Dry Town
by Jill Phillips

I can feel the sun beating on my face
And my feet are covered with the burning sand
My Garden of Eden has been replaced
With the drought that comes with the desert land
No fruit trees and no river bends
You could walk miles and see no signs of life
But I still believe this drought will end
Even if there are no clouds in sight


CHORUS:
Like a hard rain in a dry town
You bring life to this dead ground
And You are hope for this run down
Old dry town


Sometimes I run so far from you
Sometimes I trade my joy for pain
Sometimes I know what I should do
But to follow through I need your strength


Sometimes my heart is like a dry old town.  Jesus and I are working on it, though!  Praying for physical and emotional rain...