Rain... the water formed in the heavens, destined to meet earth at an appointed time. Drop by drop ordered to fall without any interruption. The objective is clear - to release life within whatever it will collide with. To replenish different destinations at different times. Or merely maintain the levels as needed. Sometimes to simply put a smile on my face. One thing is certain; it doesn't simply make it to my skin without time. Each drop was created, purposed and then dispatched. In this dimension its life started long before it took on the guise of an element. It both hails from and live up to the very character and essence of the Word itself. Spoken into being it now speaks. Created by the Word it now releases its own creativity with every collision of every drop. Every impact of every splash unleashing a potential effect on the body it hits. Rain has the ability to penetrate even the hardest rock. It holds healing in every bubble. Each droplet loaded with goodness, packed with good news and absent of all that is bad. Not forgetting that without it I will know no rainbows. No remembrance of the promise of peace we have with God. If only the regions where it ended its journey would welcome saturation. If only the ground was good and the doors of hearts would welcome it. What life will it yield and what manner of
fruit will it produce? Think about this: The Word takes its time to get to you. It isn't simply flushed out on you. There is no such thing as a flash flood of Word. How much more rain is needed before you get the message? Life is sent forth and comes afar just for you. Initiated in the supernatural and bound to soup up your natural. How much more rain is needed before your heart accepts He died for you? Even more; how much more awesome is it to know He rose again and now lives only to send clues of Love to you? Rain
