Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Drought

"Carol! Will will you please call off the rain?  I think we've had quite enough!"  I would have laughed but Karen, my neighbor to the north, was serious.   

We had just been through the worst drought in many years, possibly the worst ever in the recorded history of our community.  Wells were going dry; farmers were getting desperate; there was even whispers of suicides; even my garden was suffering.  It hadn't rained in months.

And then one Sunday the pastor of the church we attended at the time did something he had never done before.  After preaching a convicting message from II Chronicles 6:26: "When Heaven is shut up and there is no rain, because they have sinned against thee; yet if they pray . . .,"  he gave an alter call, inviting those who were serious about wanting the Lord to send rain.

After church, as I usually did, I sat down with my neighbor in her back yard to pet her poodle.  We discussed the damage the dearth was doing to our gardens, and I told her about our church service. My neighbor had always claimed to be an agnostic.  She had lost her faith in the Church as a young girl and therefore had given up on God, so she didn't have a whole lot of good to say about the service.  Still, she said she hoped we got what we asked for.

That night around 2am I couldn't sleep, so I went down stairs and started praying.  All of a sudden, I heard a strange noise.  It took me a while to figure out what it was; I hadn't heard that sound for so long.  I looked out the window, and started praising God.  It was pouring rain.

The wells filled, the crops recovered, my flowers perked up, and still it rained.  One day I was out in my lush garden, when Karen called out to me.   She had had enough.  One of the storms had done damage to the barn of a relative, and she was tired of the wet weather.  She wanted me to call off the rain.

I left the rain in the hands of the Lord, but I did continue to pray for my neighbor.

I will continue the story of my neighbors on both sides in my next blog.

To read the last blog see: God Led us to Paisley


  1. We are epistle written and read of all men and women..:) People who have been injured by church people blame God and give up on Him but praise be to God He's gotten this neighbours attention and I'm thinking because of your witnes to her she is examining those negative thoughts. keep praying for her God has you there for such a time as this..;) Thanks for the encouraging report..God has a sense of humor too..;) Love Sis Linda Fecteau

  2. Karen gave up on God, but I will never give up on Karen. I have not seen her for quite a while but I know she has not forgotten us.

  3. Lovely post, Carol! I will be back