I feel as though something refreshing is happening in my soul. As though water is finally beginning to enter into the rooms of my heart and washing away the dust of time, and cobwebs of disillusion. I’m finally turning the curtains, and opening the blinds and the dust is lifting, the attic of my heart has been restored and the fresh air has begun to rise. Its exhilarating and pure…
The water is purifying Gods cool breathe has begun to move me forward. It feels like everything is conquerable, because I am finally seeing and understanding a little bit more of God’s greatness, of His majesty. He’s bigger friends, bigger than you and me, and bigger than this vast galaxy swirling out somewhere in space, and greater than a million sons ablaze, bigger and more vast than the trillion of stars that encircle the blackness of the night; and His beauty is more captivating.
Its time to, “Open up, ancient gates! Open up, ancient doors, and let the King of glory enter.” The same Spirit that hovered over the waters is seeking to bring fresh breath, and give us a heart like a well seeking to give water to parched wanderer’s, that seeks to remind us that although their may be a “wilderness and a drought around us, in our hearts there is not.”
Its time for the water to come and purify us. To let the rain fill the dry and thirsty land, for dry bones to rise and for the harvest to be abundant. And its time friends… it’s time to take off our shoes and run in the rain, to dance in the middle of all of it, letting it purify, wash, and quench all that we are.
You may have gone through a season of just digging ditches (as Pastor Steven Furtick says), but friends that was all to prepare for the rain. All we need is faith like Elijah. After three years he and the people around him had not seen one drop of rain or water, yet when he saw a, “A cloud as small as a man’s hand he declared that rain would come…” and it did. In abundance.
God’s promise hold true. Let’s reach out and grab and marinate, marinate in the cool breeze and fresh water that He is. Lets swim in him, run to him and let us drink of the water that does not run dry….
For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland. (Isaiah 43:19)
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
*All pictures courtesy of Pinterest.