Showers of Blessings
Well, now, land o’ mercy, friend, you better be hurryin’ on over here and ploppin’ yourself down in this front porch swing just like a sleepy ol’ turtle settlin’ onto a warm river rock, ‘cause Ezekiel 34:26 is tiptoein’ in sweeter than a lil’ fawn nibblin’ clover with its mama nearby and a big ol’ buck standin’ guard. In this verse the Lord says, “There shall be showers of blessings.” Now, that right there’s enough to make even a grumpy billy goat grin sideways when he sees the farmer comin’ with a fresh bucket of feed.
Ezekiel 34:25-31 paints a picture so peaceful you can almost hear the crickets tunin’ up for their nighttime choir special. God promises safety in the wilderness, rest in the woods, fruit on the trees, and blessings fallin’ like gentle rain. He says we’re His flock, the flock of His pasture, and He’s our God. And friend, that’s a whole lot better than bein’ a pampered barn cat nappin’ on a cushion by the stove.
Now, think about rain for a minute. If it came down in giant buckets, we’d all be runnin’ around like panicked squirrels dodgin’ a storm of fallin’ acorns. But God sends it one tiny drop at a time. When raindrops form, millions of teeny cloud droplets bump into each other until one larger drop is made. And as it falls, it cleans the air, scoops up dust and pollen, and gathers all the floatin’ mess like a confused swarm of gnats at a church picnic.
That’s exactly how God blesses us, too. One lil’ ol’ drop at a time. Not too much. Not too little. Just steady, gentle, perfect. These blessin’s whisper, “Here’s a little encouragement right here. Here’s a little provision right there. Here’s a moment of peace when your nerves are frayin’ like an old rope.”
Each blessin’ is timed just right, shaped just right, and lands exactly where your heart needs it most.
An’, friend, if you ever want to adjust your attitude quicker than a Banty rooster realizin’ the sun’s up, start countin’ your blessings. You can’t count ’em all any more than you can count raindrops on a window, but every one you notice an’ turn into praise will lift your spirit like a bluebird catchin’ a warm breeze on its way to the nest high in the oak tree.
Father, I thank You for every single drop of blessing You’ve been sendin’ my way. Help me see ’em, savor ’em, and praise You for ’em. Let Your showers refresh my spirit and remind me You’re always with me. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Now, mercy sakes, friend, you get yourself on out into your busy day knowin’ God’s blessings don’t always come in thunderclaps. Sometimes they show up like a shy deer peekin’ out from behind a cedar tree. Real quiet. Real gentle. Real faithful. May you feel His wonderful showers of blessin’ fallin’ on you right now, soft as a summer rain and steady as a loyal ol’ hound dog waitin’ for you on the porch.
With joy,
Gwen
