After an evening of outreach, our group began talking about how we sometimes get discouraged because we want so much for these precious women to be freed from the life they are living. I began to picture these women as beautiful flowers and the words of love we speak to them as drops of dew on their petals. I pictured our words as a drop of refreshment into their dry world. It refreshes them at the time and place they are right at that moment.
Perhaps our words are all they can “drink in” at the moment. Any more would drown them.
We have to trust that God is placing other drops of dew on their petals and that in His perfect time, when they are ready, he will pour out his flood of love to them. Love that is perfectly satisfying, perfectly quenching, life giving.
Drops
of Dew
I
stand wilted in the hot sun
My petals dry and parched
A moment of relief
A drop of dew
Moist,
Refreshing.
but does not penetrate
It clings and lingers,
A glimmer of hope
Drops
of dew collect on my petals.
They pool together
They form a stream
that runs down my stem.
The water penetrates
and sinks deep into my roots.
Bringing refreshment
Hope rises up
Now
comes the rain
perfectly quenching,
perfectly satisfying
I am beautiful again
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