The morning is covered with dew after the evening showers washed over the land.

The colors of the landscape seem to have an added depth to them.

We need the rain.

My plants love that extra soaking they get.

Somehow it seems to satisfy so much more than me walking around hose in hand nourishing them.

My soul seems to thirst for the same. I feel as though I constantly need a washing over like nothing other than his word is able to do.

I need to spend time there ... in His Word and just with Him ...

Being washed ...

Soaked ...

With a watering like none other.