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Other Voices
Many times when I have been "down in the dumps," my mother chimes in with "just look at this way" or "be thankful, it could be worse." Every week when we read new reports of how dry our county and the entire south has become, I have to continue to thank God. I realize just how badly our farmers are hurting, looking up at the clear skies every day and praying for clouds full of water. It has become a family tradition to sit under the garage or shelters and enjoy the sights and sounds of a good rain. My favorite days are ones surrounded in lightning, thunder and gushing ditches full of muddy South Georgia clay and watching God do his refreshing work. Robert Frost frequently wrote of nature and its ability to be replenished and in one of his poems, he said "I wish I could promise to lie in the night, And think of an orchard''s arboreal plight, When slowly (and nobody comes with a light), Its heart sinks lower under the sod. But something has to be left to God." He longs to understand what happens to the trees in the orchard, because he realizes that their hearts sink under the sod. Robert Frost found the key, something has to be left to God. As we contemplate what our county needs to do as our crops and hearts are sinking into the ground, think about that Frost poem. It has to be left to God. Pray for rain. Pray that God will send moisture to save the earth here and put a stop to all the devastation in our neighboring counties. Pray that we could be awed by how God's power fills the heavens and explodes in flashes of light and rumbles in clouds of night.
Don't spend the hot, dry days grumbling and complaining. Take a different approach and be thankful that we still have clean drinking water and homes to go to. Be grateful and pray earnestly for showers of blessing. I am looking forward to watching the rain fall with my parents out under the shed.
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