His Rain

Jackson and I sat on the front porch, watching His sky for rain.

I began talking to the Lord:

Lord, I know we need rain here in PA, but there are fires. Lord, I prayed for fire to fall upon our souls, for Your Holy Spirit to pour out. Not for literal fire. May the rain come and may You …

Jackson filled in, “wipe out Corona Virus”.

That’s our young man of faith who believes God can and will wipe out the virus when He deems the time.

I am so very thankful for the work of Christ in our sons.

Oh, Lord, You are the hope we ALL need. Why can’t people see? Yes, Lord, open heaven’s gates and send the rain! Cleanse our filthy rags, bring peace to our rioting streets, show us mercy for how we have strayed … even now.

Rain and wash our souls. Let bitterness trickle down until it puddles at our feet … and Yours. Let the harsh judgments we bury be unearthed, the unholiness dissolved.

Let Your Spirit awaken Your children.

Yet He has not left Himself without testimony. He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons, He provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy (Acts 14:17).

Did you ever think of rain as God’s kindness?

The blessed water helps the whole earth and everything in it, everything He made, practically speaking.

Though like Jackson, I, too, believe God may do signs and wonders with His rain.

I am but one heart who loves Him, who senses heaven’s grief over our sins.

I am but one pair of eyes who sees needs, looks up to pray like there is no tomorrow.

I am but one soul who sings a broken hallelujah as a sacrifice of praise when the weight is heavy.

Lord, will You rain down, let it pelt upon our naked bodies, as we kneel and confess?

Will Your rain nourish those walking the thin line of faith, giving them a thirst for Your Truth, Your Saving?

Will You help Your rain remind us of Your tender care for each and every animal, plant, tree, insect, and yes, our farmers’ crops?

Be patient, then brothers [and sisters], until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer awaits the precious fruit of the soil – how patient he is for the fall and spring rains.

You, too, be patient and strengthen your hearts, because the Lord’s coming is near.

Do not complain about one another, brothers [and sisters], so that you will not be judged. Look, the Judge is standing at the door! (James 5:7-9).

Yes! Like James told us. Jesus is at the door. He will judge when He returns.

Will you be ready to meet Him? To be caught up in unimaginable glory off to see your new home? To answer for all deeds here on earth?

Oh I pray so.

We live in His Hope no matter how long we have been waiting for God to rain, for God to move, for God to show His glory.

Hope waits, trusting Our Good Father is working because He never sleeps (Psalm 121:3).

When you, God, went out before Your people, when You marched through the wilderness, the earth shook, the heavens poured down rain, before God, the One of Sinai, before God, the God of Israel,

You gave abundant showers, O God; You refreshed Your weary inheritance (Psalm 68:7-9).

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Thank you for coming alongside me here. Such company from you always blesses me. Feel free to leave a comment. Share your thoughts or how God has been moving in your life.

If you want to know how to be ready when Jesus returns, you are welcome to email me or speak to a trusted believer in your area. juliedibblespeaks@gmail.com

Be strong in Him, not in yourselves.

Love in Christ,

Julie

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