Wednesday, September 16, 2009


We got some fall plants planted
this week in the garden so it
was wonderful to see rain late
this afternoon. Thinking of the
blessing of rain in our lives. The
means are connected with the end
but they don't produce it.
says Spurgeon.
Labor is not lost. I'm looking for these
means of grace as we dig a "well."
Useful reservoirs. Blessings.

From Spurgeon:

“Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well, the rain also filleth the pools.”

Psalm 84:6

The pilgrims dig the well, but, strange enough, it fills from the top instead of the bottom.
We use the means, but the blessing does not spring from the means. We dig a well, but heaven fills it with rain. The horse is prepared against the day of battle, but safety is of the Lord. The means are connected with the end, but they do not of themselves produce it. See here the rain fills the pools, so that the wells become useful as reservoirs for the water; labour is not lost, but yet it does not supersede divine help.

Grace may well be compared to rain for its purity, for its refreshing and vivifying influence, for its coming alone from above, and for the sovereignty with which it is given or withheld. May our readers have showers of blessing, and may the wells they have digged be filled with water! Oh, what are means and ordinances without the smile of heaven! They are as clouds without rain, and pools without water. O God of love, open the windows of heaven and pour us out a blessing!


podso said...

Thanks for Spurgeon today, and thankful for the rain!

Sara at Come Away With Me said...

I'm vicariously enjoying your afternoon blessing of rain....we start another heat wave here today.

But there are other sorts of you so wonderfully noted with the rest of your post.