Weeks and weeks of blue skies and sunshine, the driest seven months on record, gave way to cloudy skies, and we all gazed upward - praying for rain. It grew dark yesterday, a few drops fell and hope with it when the sky once again gave way to blue.
We looked upward and prayed.
Darkness filled the bedroom this morning; there was the distant rumble of thunder - and we prayed. The trees trembled and then bowed before the rising wind. And we prayed. The first drops of rain hit the kitchen window, and we lifted prayers of deep gratitude.
It came like a benediction - a gentle voice in the midst of the storm reminding us that He hears and answers prayer. We sometimes wonder if the cry of our hearts reaches beyond the ceiling of our homes. When the answer is such a long time in coming, the enemy shoots darts of fear and doubt and we begin to despair.
The rain came today, abundant and life-giving, and we raised tear stained cheeks in thanks to the One who never fails.
Thank You Father, for Your unfailing love and faithfulness.
"In those days, when you pray I will listen. If you look for Me wholeheartedly, you will find Me."
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