It is summer, a hot summer, much hotter and drier than ones in the most recent years. We pray for rain and it doesn't come. Life is full of waiting, and more waiting.
I wait not only for rain, but for healing. Healing of relationships that once were full of laughter and joy. Healing of friends that have lost a loved one. And healing of souls that long for that one thing that will fill them. Why do people hurt each other when they are so much a part of each others lives? Why does a child die at such a young age, just beginning life? Why do souls not search for peace in the Word and prayer instead of possessions and other people? I wait for healing rain to come falling down. It is the only thing that can bring growth to the crops so dry, the relationship that seems dead forever, the broken heart that will now have a scar of lonliness from loss, and peace like a river, not like a shower, but a river from above for that longing soul.
The smell of rain was in the air on Saturday!.It came so gently that I wanted to enjoy every moment. The puddles were so tempting that I, even at 67, had to go walk, barefoot in them, just to experience that washing away of the dirt and dust of weeks of waiting. 
Then it came again to remind me yesterday in our little country church. Pastor said with all that has been happening in our area lately, we need healing! How did he know? He asked us to sing Healing Rain, by Michael W Smith. It felt so good! The puddles, the song, the friend by my side at worship, the talk on my phone this morning, the reassurance that as always God's Got It! I keep praying and God keeps working. Healing is a process. I know I have experienced it many times. And I will again. And so will all I love, in their own time. In the mean time, I will WAIT! And be still.