Rain Down on Me
I was dehydrated this weekend. It was my second bout with this beast. The first occurred when I just got here, and the second just days ago in the height of a heat wave.
I don't know if you've heard about it, but there has been a huge heat wave slowly waving by the Canyon. The other day I got into my co-worker's car and the thermometer read 110 degrees! Saturday's heat was exhausting, and I didn't make the best hydration decisions. I had a slushy and lemonade and only a minimal amount of water. As a result, I was out of commission for more than 1 day. I was dizzy, light-headed, and I couldn't even sweat.
There was a moment in the middle of the night when I was awake praying for this bout of dizziness to leave that I thought of the woman at the well. I remembered Jesus's promise to her that she would never thirst again.
"Where was that promise when I needed it?" Here I was dehydrated and in need of just a little swig of that water complete with Holy electrolytes and healing power, and the more I drank water, the thirstier I seemed to be. Who would think that water could mean so much; but I understand its value even more than before. I see how water in a dry land can save your life, and how rain can be a true blessing.
I'm feeling much better now, however, temperatures are dropping and just last night I heard the sound of thunder echoing through the canyon through the opened window in my room. It was accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of that water I'd been praying for. For the first time I understood Kirk Franklin's song "Melodies from Heaven" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBE8q6PrOGE
) in a whole new way as I fell back into a deep sleep as the sounds of heaven's melody sung sweetly by the rain.
"Melodies from Heaven rain down on me, rain down on me..."