Today is gorgeous and sunny. Tender leaves are May-green, the sky Robin’s egg blue. It could not be more beautiful.
Saturday morning was beautiful as well, in the strange way of things. A bout of insomnia had brought me to the couch sometime during the night, but I awoke before dawn when thunder broke the silence.
This wasn’t any ordinary thunderclap; this one rumbled through the heavens like a bass drum, rolling on and on for literally minutes.
Afterward, gentle rain.
The Lord spoke to me in those moments as raindrops pattered the roof.
For several months, I’ve been heading a prayer team for a ladies’ retreat in May. Working the teams for this community of believers is one of my greatest joys; I’d scrub floors with a toothbrush for the privilege of serving these women on a weekend. I love it.
This assignment has been difficult.
I’ve been praying for months, but I’ve felt like my prayers were hitting the ceiling, dry as dust, sputtering and sporadic.
I have Prayer ADD.
Needless to say, praying for this team has made me feel insecure.
In the quiet of dawn, the Lord showed me that His Holy Spirit is coming to this group of women, to our church, to me.
Coming like thunder.
Then like rain.
In the devotions of the Everyday with Jesus Bible, Selwyn Hughes writes these words:
“If you could part the clouds for a moment and look into heaven, you would see in the heart of God such an intense longing and yearning for you to filled with His Spirit that it would completely overwhelm and overawe you. He aches to give you the fullness of His Spirit—He really does.”
I want to be as eager to be filled with Him as He is to fill me.
I want to hear the thunder.
Feel the rain.
Be blessed today.