The Summer of Dry

Three years ago, I watched in horror as Texas burned.

Not the whole state. Just selected parts of it. It was…

A summer of dry.

Virtually the entire state endured a drought. Ponds dried up. Crops withered. Heat happened.

I remember waking up to the smell of burning trees and the sound of sirens.

I remember my car thermometer reading over 110.

I remember the river of my childhood turned to dust. Literally. Instead of the sludgy brown river, there were dead weeds and cracked earth.

The river feeds a majority of the city of Houston’s water supply – so I also remember a water rationing, withered lawns, and more.

We became a thirsty land.

Without water, there was death.

Without water, there was fear.

Without water, we turned to prayer.

Then the rains came. Life returned. Fear subsided.

That summer of dry passed into memory.

This year has been another such summer.

Another summer of dry.

But unlike before, there has been rain. While the ponds are low, they still contain water. The crops appear mostly unwithered, at least in my portion of the state.

There have been tiny grass fires, but nothing news worthy.

The temperature this weekend was only in the 80s.
The rivers flow. Our water is not rationed. With constant watering, our lawns are green and lush.

But for ME, it has been another summer of dry.

But for ME, the drought has been just as deadly.

There has been a distinct lack of water in my life.

I have gone from withered to burned to almost dead.

And as before, it is only through turning to prayer that life has returned.

Summer is a struggle for me.

During the school year, I have access to women’s bible study groups (child care provided). In the summer, there’s a distinct lack of such options.

During the school year, I’ve figured out a routine that includes quiet time and habits that refresh my soul. In the summer, that routine eludes me… the habits of the school year fail me.

And I am left parched. Dry. Burned. Thirsty.

I ration my patience much like I would ration water in the desert. I conserve what I can and pray for a rain of living water. I crave a stream of water in the arid desert of my summer.

Psalm 42:1 As a deer gets thirsty
 for streams of water, I truly am thirsty for you, my God. (CEV)

I know it’s a season. I know the (spiritual) rains will return. I know life will return and fear will subside. And then this summer of dry will fade into memory.

For today, I stand on a promise… the promise of streams in a thirsty land.

Isaiah 43:19 I am creating something new. There it is! Do you see it? I have put roads in deserts, streams in thirsty lands. (CEV)

The promise is enough.

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Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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