Our wedding was held on Flag Day in Houston during the 1980 heat wave.
The clutch on my husband’s Jeep broke somewhere between the church and the reception hall. We then rode high in a tow truck to the reception, which was already in progress, and entered, dripping with sweat from head to toe. Downtown midday traffic contributed to the delay of our appearance.
Along with the heat wave came a blistering drought. I leaned up against the tub’s tiles under the shower head in our tiny Texas apartment to get wet. Drips and drops of water were all we could hope for.
As I wrote this, our section of Georgia was in the middle of a late-summer drought. A friend told me that the lack of rain forced them to feed their cows hay in June. Grass, typically abundant until November’s first frost, crunched under the herd’s feet.
Spiritual droughts are as deadly and destructive as physical ones. I create a drought when I keep God’s blessings for myself and don’t release them to nourish others. I prevent others from experiencing the gush of the Holy Spirit’s life-giving water.
Oswald Chambers said, “If you believe in Jesus, you will find that God has nourished in you mighty torrents of blessing for others.”
Pray for the Holy Spirit to hit you with His outburst, pouring Himself through you and spilling onto everyone nearby. Open the floodgates of your soul.
Macy Johnson is a native Floridian living the lake-life in Georgia. She is an instrument of God’s blessings as a writer, church pianist, community accompanist, wife, mother, nana, Bridge player, adoptee, retired auditor, and member of Word Weavers International. Her “God Sightings” are published weekly in the Greensboro Herald-Journal. Find her at www.macymjohnson.com, macymjohnson@gmail.com, and on Facebook as Macy Martin Johnson.