Not so long ago this land was dry,parched thirsty for mercy. Fires burned. Trees fell. The crop died. Yet we remained. We cried out to you. We stood in a circle and prayed for you to heal our land. We knew then you are faithful. Some mocked us and called upon false gods. We your people held on in faith. Today the creek that was gone is filled to its banks. The land sighs in relief as it soaked up your mercies. The ground is muddy. The streets are slippery. The skies are gray. We praise you! You are faithful still answering our prayers in your perfect timing. Let us not forget the drought. The way you sustained us and the mercy you rain on us now. Refreshing us. Giving us what we need. We praise you for your goodness and mercy. You are faithful!
Stabbing Windmills 