It’s been a warm and windy spring with little precipitation. The good news: our place is downriver and down-canal from the gigantic Boysen Reservoir, which is fed by runoff from the Wind River Range. We’re blessed with plenty of irrigation water and an elaborate system of headgates, ditches, and gaited pipe to dispense that water. The bad news: all that heavy, awkward pipe has to be transported and assembled! Not only is it an arduous task that I dread (particularly since I hurt my knee doing it a while back), but we’ve been busy with work, farming, and fencing jobs, and haven’t even started on the pipe.
For a week, I watched neighbors and neighbors’ hired hands out putting their pipe together, and I started to worry that our alfalfa would get stressed by warm, dry winds before we’d be ready to irrigate. But instead of whining to myself like I’ve done in the past (How will we ever get the pipe done in time?), I just kept repeating Proverbs 10:22 aloud, believing that if God said it, it’s true.
On Thursday morning, we looked out the front window and saw a rainbow. It hadn’t rained, mind you. Lo and behold, the rainbow’s end was resting right next to our largest stack of irrigation pipe! (The coffee we were drinking hadn’t yet penetrated our sleep-fogged brains, or we’d have thought to snap a picture.) Shortly thereafter, the rain came; that night, we received even more of the wonderful stuff. The sun broke through the clouds yesterday, and the alfalfa was positively glowing!
“The blessing of the Lord--it makes [truly] rich, and He adds no sorrow with it [neither does toiling increase it].” PROVERBS 10:22 (AMP)