Thursday, March 16, 2017
In the dry breath choking air, a tumbleweed blows aimlessly across the prairies. It never fails that the tumbleweed gets in the way blowing across the highway or through the fields. The tumbleweed is thirsting for water and life. Growing up on the prairies of ND, I have seen my fair share of tumbleweeds aimlessly blowing across the land. They are more of a nuisance then anything else.
Aimless tumbleweeds are a sure sign that the air and land are dry thirsting deeply for water to quench their thirst. In summers like this, one fervently must pray for God to send rain to water the land. As a farmer's daughter, granddaughter, and niece, I have seen the lines of worry across my family's faces as they wait for that rain to come. In moments like these, it is incredibly hard to trust in God, but it is exactly what we are called to do; to trust that the rains will come. Or that certain crops will still bear fruit even in the midst of an arid summer.