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.
Labor is not lost. I'm looking for these
means of grace as we dig a "well."
Useful reservoirs. Blessings.
“Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well, the rain also filleth the pools.”
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!