Its been a dry spell.
It hadnt rained for probably 3 weeks. I noticed the lack of rain because, of course, I had planted winter rye and hairy vetch as a cover crop in the garden. I watered the seeds and though some straggly little bits came up, it sure didnt look like the lush green carpet I was hoping for.
But then the rain came. Now, we have had rain off and on for several days. All the brown grass has brightened to beautiful green and where I planted those seeds there are now the beginning of a cover crop.
Though I watered it, paid attention to their growth, even called the seed company to see if I had done something wrong, there was nothing I could do but wait for a good soaking rain.
Relationships have been like this for me lately. I listen, I call, I text and sometimes the connection just doesnt happen. Kids have sports. Moms are sick. Relatives are in town. Life is busy.
And all I can do is wait. I can't force friendships to go how I want them to. I can give my effort, but there is something more needed. I don't know the word for it, its the soaking rain that makes relationships grow.
I don't know the word, but I know it when I experience it. And I know it is a gift.
So I am waiting on that breakthrough. I am waiting for some grace to pour down and soak in and strengthen the roots I can't get to. I waiting for the growth to appear.