“Let the earth harken to the words of my mouth. May my instruction soak in like the rain, and my discourse permeate like the dew: like a downpour upon the grass, like a shower upon the crops. For I will sing of the Lord’s renown, I will sing of the greatness of our God!” (Deuteronomy, Chapter 32)
The imagery of the words of wisdom and love soaking in like the rain strikes me in a way that is gentle and cleansing. I am like the earth,
parched and dry, unable to produce crops until the gentle rains permeate my being. For that to happen I must be still and receptive—a clump of dirt awaiting restoration. Imagine the beauty of the fruit when I allow that rain to soak through me!