May 29, 2013
And this time last year I felt like crying because the earth lay so dry and barren.
Rain. Just rain. Weeks of rain. And everything's green. So beautiful.
I read all my list of gifts from God last year, and I stared surprised, because there were so many during the summer of brown and dry.
But I guess it's like why it says in Psalms:
"The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars . . .
He makes Lebanon to skip like a calf, and Sirion like a young wild ox.
The voice of the Lord flashes forth flames of fire,
The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness . . .
The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth,
and strips the forests bare,
and in His temple all cry, "Glory!"
The voice of the Lord does all this, yet His temple all cry, "Glory!" anyway.
K.M. Updike writes young adult and historical fiction and has a frustrating fascination with fantasies that gets in the way a lot. She is the author of the young adult historical fiction novelette, The Life and Death of Terry Dodd. A lover of books and prairies, she lives with her five siblings and inspiring parents in the wilds of the Great Plains. Besides reading books and writing stories, she loves watching old movies and drinking tea in her basement room dubbed "Mole End."