This has been an awful week for the crops in the Dakotas. All along US Highway 83 corn and soybeans and other row crops are drying into oblivion. It was hot earlier this summer, but this is the week that really took a toll on things. Then last night, the heavens opened up and we had rain. I was worried for a few minutes that there would be hail or damaging winds, but it was a blessed rain. There were puddles in the morning, and even when we returned from church after 1 p.m. there was still water setting in some of the low spots. I am relived because I know that the water from the hose really doesn’t do much. All I could think of during that rain, while I was still awake at 1 a.m., was an old song we used to sing in that Congregational Church that no longer exists. Many, many times we sang, “There Shall Be Showers of Blessing.”
It was written by Maj. D.W. Whittle and the tune is by James McGranaham. I have copied the words from one of the hymnals of that old Congregational Church, Tabernacle Hymns Number Five. Here it is:
1. There shall be showers of blessing. This is the promise of love; There shall be seasons refreshing, Sent from the Savior above.
Chorus: Showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need: Mercy drops round us are falling, But for the showers we plead.
2. There shall be showers of blessing. Precious reviving again; Over the hills and the valleys, Sound of abundance of rain.
3. There shall be showers of blessing. Send them upon us, O Lord; Grant to us now a refreshing, Come and now honor Thy Word.
4. There shall be showers of blessing. Oh, that today they might fall, Now as to God we’re confessing, Now as on Jesus we call!
Oh this brings me back to such a lovely time in my youth. But tonight it makes me want to just sit and sob. Earlier today we received notice that my mother’s only living aunt passed away. There is an aunt-in-law, but Emma was the last of the actual family. She was 91 and died in her sleep. What a blessing. Sadly we were not close. You never knew which aunt you would meet on any given day. Some days she was wonderful and welcoming and on others she nearly shook the broom in your face. Eventually we stayed away, which come to think of it, doing that was everyone’s loss.
Anyway, I must be part witch or something. All week I had this weird feeling about how we haven’t had a funeral in our family for a long time. I kept thinking of all of the young people in our family who spend so much time traveling hither and yon, and I started to scare myself and finally scolded myself for these weird thoughts. Never once did I think of Emma, but somehow I knew that we would all be gathering soon. I didn’t cry when my own mother died. I needed to be strong. Is that why I just feel the need to sob now?
Sorry this has turned into a sad, bummer of a post. I needed to share this with someone, and you are all so great. My whole intention at the start was to share the beauty of the rain and the wonder of all the good things that God does for us. Praise to him for life, for rain that brings life, and for the assurance that when our loved ones pass on, no matter their closeness, that we can be assured of His loving arms waiting to take them home with him. Here is wishing you all a very blessed week.