“*I also <sup class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(R)”>withheld the rain from you when there were yet three months to the harvest; I would send rain on one city and send no rain on another city; one field would have rain, and the field on which it did not rain would wither; *so two or three cities <sup class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(T)”>would wander to another city to drink water, and would not be satisfied; yet you did not return to me,” declares the Lord.”
– Amos 4: 7-8
It’s no secret that this summer has been one of the driest summers the Midwest has seen in a really long time. Corn isn’t just dying- it has been dead since the end of June. The soybeans that are still alive are infested with bugs and can’t fill their pods with beans because it still hasn’t rained enough. Iowa needs 12 inches of rain to be ‘normal’. Entire rivers have stopped flowing, some have dried up completely. It’s sickening to watch crops die when there is nothing you can do about it.
I watched storms roll into a region, pouring rain on one county, skip the counties that were in desperate need of moisture and the watch as it passed onto a city before raining again. I watched wind and hail skip fields of dead crops and completely destroy the corn that still had a fighting chance. I watched as farmers tried to salvage their crops and use them as silage to feed their cattle- only to realize too late that they had fed them corn full of nitrates; effectively killing their entire herd.
This summer I have also, unknowingly until quite recently, been struggling with a drought of different sorts. I have created a drought of the Holy Spirit. Like the rain, I have seen Him working in and through others near me. I have had tastes of the Spirit, like a short shower of rain- just enough to settle the dust, enough to remind me that it could still rain at any time. Unlike the crops though, that are thirsty and ready to be poured down upon, I have not been open for the Spirit to work through me like the Lord wants it to. I know that He is sitting there, waiting for me to be as thirsty for Him as the crop is for rain. This is a drought of my own making.
I have put the Lord off, put worldly things before Him. Thought I could make my own plans- without Him. Taken gifts He has so miraculously blessed me with for granted. I couldn’t even find time to sit down and thank Him. I ignored that I would not be where I am today without His guidance, grace and mercy.
How many times do we all do this in our daily lives? How many times do we take the little things the Lord has blessed us with for granted? It takes almost nothing before all of these little blessings become BIG Blessings that we’re taking for granted. And what if we reach a point where we no longer see these gifts as blessings- just something we expect, things we deserve? If our season of Holy Spirit Drought is too long, we will be as dead as the crops in the fields this summer; spiritually dead. Infected with parasites. Full of the nitrates of the world, contaminating everything we touch. Incapable of producing a fruitful and bountiful harvest.
I don’t know about you but I am not willing to live my life in a constant state of drought. I want to be full of the Holy Spirit forever. I want to produce harvests that are so bountiful that its obvious the Lord is involved. I want to be so full of the Spirit that even in difficult seasons, I can still be fruitful. I want to continuously grow with the Lord.
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.”
-Jeremiah 17: 7-8