Bring on the rain…
Honestly, some days I feel like I need a good cleaning.
I feel so dry and dirty…I need that refreshing shower to come and wash away my guilt and shame.
It’s been naturally dry in my little area of the world, and I’ve spent many breaths asking for the rain. The crops are suffering, the dust is flying, and the wind seems to blow relentlessly upon the ground.
I don’t always welcome the “rain”…
Because sometimes that rain represents trials that I have no desire to face.
I’m going through some trials right now, as is everyone else I know, but I sure don’t want to add to my sorrow or my grief.
I want to choose my “rain”…
Kinda funny and stupid when I say it that way…
But it’s true. I want the good rain: the soaking rain; the cleansing rain; the gospel rain; the edifying rain…
I don’t want the flood that destroys everything.
I definitely don’t want the wind that blows the rain sideways.
And I’m not fond of the thunder and lightning. I know that is God’s power at work, but I am in awe of His power and I respect His grace, I do not want to see His wrath. I fear and tremble because of my unworthiness; I am not one to tempt His mercy.
Sometimes I want the gentle rain; the one that washes the leaves and purifies the soul. The rain that feeds the crops and feeds the spirit.
That’s the kind of rain that I pray for…rain from the river Ezekiel saw in his vision, the river near Engedi that healed all living things it touched. That rain.
I need to be revived by the Living Waters that flow from the throne of God.
Lord, shower me with your precious rain.
OneFourZeroPM 