It's beginning to Rain

"And he prayed again and the heaven gave rain, and the earth produced its fruit" (James 5:18)

Tonight there is a gentle rain falling outside. I can hear the soft tapping on the roof and it brings me peace. I can see it gracefully making little splashes on the patio and it makes me smile. I open the door and the fresh fragrance of an evening rain assails my senses and I feel joy.

A healing rain is falling and I am ready to let it wash all over me! I am ready to let that healing rain produce some much desired fruit in my life. As the heavens open the windows and the rain makes it way to the earth, the spirit of the Lord invades each raindrop. Each drop of water is full of refreshing, restoring and healing moisture. The rain does a little dance as it falls and I imagine it is a praise dance for the Creator. He is so worthy!

I head to the church for our prayer time and as we shared the Word and shared His Word for the church we felt like we were to make a prayer walk around the outside of the church. In the rain. In the dark.

God was calling. We were listening. We were obedient. We were blessed.

As the four of us sloshed our way around the church grounds, we sang praises to our God! We marched around and lifted our voices to Him and sang our little hearts out. We prayed for His protection around our church. We prayed for His anointing on our church body. We prayed for His Spirit to descend and envelope the whole building. We prayed for the indwelling of the Spirit to settle in our midst. We prayed for healing. For deliverance. For freedom. For worship. For salvation. For wisdom. We prayed....

What a mighty time in the Lord we had tonight! We felt such peace when we finished. God's presence was surely with us. God's presence will surely fill the temple. God's presence was awesome in that place.

The rain is so cleansing and so refreshing. Rain gives new life to weary flowers. Rain washes away impurities. Rain is God's way of giving nature a drink of heavens sweetness.

My face lifted up. The sweet rain falling. Bringing healing to God's people. Cleansing souls. Restoring hearts. Pure, sweet, fragrant refreshment.

My thirsty soul needs a drink. My dry spirit is desperate for moisture. I cry out to my precious Father for the life giving substance. I cry out for a touch from Him. I cry out for a glimpse of His Goodness.

I look up to the sky. I hear His voice say, "oh, my sweet child"...

It's beginning to rain.

Praise you Jesus for the rain that cleanses and restores my soul. You are mighty and powerful. You are my strength. You are my salvation. You are God.