The Rain That Never Misses

 

 

More than half a century has passed, but I can still recollect my boyhood where I grew up in Mesa, Arizona. We didn’t have a barn of our own, but there were two on the land behind our house. 

To us kids, they were our Castles and Fortresses. We’d swing on a big rope and land in the hay.  We'd create tunnels and play war with dirt clods.  We'd climb up those stacks of hay bales, our jeans dusty and our hands itching, and play for hours until the desert sun dipped low and golden in the Arizona sunsets.

It didn’t rain much in Mesa. When it did, you could smell it coming—rain on dust has a scent all its own. The dry ground would drink it in so fast you’d wonder if it had ever fallen at all. But the Palo Verde trees would bloom brighter the next week. The cactus flowers would burst open. Somehow, some way, that brief, rare rain made everything grow.

That’s what Isaiah 55 reminds me of:

“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth… so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth.” ~ Isaiah 55:10–11

God compares His Word to rain. And that makes perfect sense in a place like Mesa. Rain is precious there. You don’t waste it. You notice it. You give thanks for it. And no matter how long the dry spell lasts, that rain always does what it came to do.

Sometimes, God's Word feels rare like that too. It can feel like you're waiting forever to see the fruit of a verse you shared, or a prayer you prayed. But just like the desert, there’s life hiding under the surface—waiting.

I think about those hay barns sometimes. About how we used to pretend we were farmers, builders, soldiers—anything our imaginations could stretch to. And how, even though we didn’t have land of our own, we still ran through those fields like we did. We couldn’t see it then, but even in a dusty place like Mesa, God was planting something in us.

“It shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose.” (v 11)

His Word always lands. Always nourishes. Always brings something to life—even if we don’t see it right away.

So whether you’re in a lush valley or a dry desert, hold fast to the promise: the rain never misses. And neither does God’s Word.

Soli Deo Gloria

(To God alone be the Glory)