The Grass Withers, The Flower Fades . . .
by Ted Cockle
A fitting passage for such a dry summer . . .
A voice says, “Cry!”
And I said, “What shall I cry?”
All flesh is grass,
and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades
when the breath of the LORD blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.
–Isaiah 40:6-8 (ESV)
No less than 30 minutes after my first post, we received the first rain in nearly a month. I guess this passage is pertinent as well:
For land that has drunk the rain that often falls on it, and produces a crop useful to those for whose sake it is cultivated, receives a blessing from God.
–Hebrews 6:7 (ESV)
. . . and what a blessing it is.
Here’s a cool picture of the storm coming in. Check out that cloud ridge!