Isaiah 45:8 says, “You heavens above, rain down my righteousness; let the clouds shower it down. Let the earth open wide, let salvation spring up, let righteousness flourish with it; I, the Lord, have created it.”
Sometimes the rain makes me grumpy. I admit it. All the times I have heard people say, “April showers bring May flowers”, that makes sense to me. I would like to know just what October through February showers bring. Other than gray skies, damp cold air, and my grumpiness, I really couldn’t think of anything. I’m from Dayton, Ohio. There is a saying there, the skies are gray til May. It is true. The sun hides itself from October to May. I would literally feel myself getting surly.
Snap out of it Bonnie! The rain is good. There are actually things I like about the rain. The rain nourishes the earth while it rests so it can bloom again in May. I do know this. This is the time of year when forest fires happen. Rain is needed and prayed for. It helps to keep wildfires under control. Rain keeps the dust down. Rain makes a sound that helps me sleep, as it hits the roof and windows. It is relaxing. On a rainy day, I love to light a fire in the fireplace and cozy up under a blanket with a book or watch a stupid movie.
I had a little conversation with Jesus this past Sunday morning. The rain does all this for the earth. God has created all of these things to provide for us. Rain to water and nourish. This makes plants grow that feed us and provide other things that we need. Even the act of working the earth, provides a sense of accomplishment and pride. But He showed me that the things on earth sometimes mirror the things in the heavenlies.
Jesus died for us and rose again. The Father sent the Spirit to be our friend, helper, and guide. To be our communicator. The Spirit takes our petitions to Jesus who then intercedes for us with God. When I’m talking to Jesus, or worshiping in my car or in a church service, I can feel His presence. Sometimes it feels as if the anointing is raining down in the room, or even directly on me. I am feeling it getting stronger and more powerful every week. As we come together on Sundays, it seems we are all coming into the sanctuary in expectation of a good soaking rain.
My prayer is now, Dear Jesus, send the rain. Soak us through. I’m not looking for gifts or acknowledgement. I’m seeking Your presence. I’m seeking a deeper relationship that only comes when I don’t hide from the rain. I am seeking a thirst that can’t be quenched. I’m not grumpy anymore,
LET IT RAIN!