Let It Rain

Oh Father,

It is raining here—a steady pouring of water. It beat on the roof this morning—a steady rhythm. And this self of mine became attuned to it.

Father, we need rain. It is inconvenient. It is annoying. It is uncomfortable. But we need rain. Rain to replenish what has been depleted by heat and pressure. Rain to rehydrate what is dry and barren. Rain to soften the hard and crusty places in us—the cracks and ruts and ravines.

Father, help us to allow your rain to saturate us. Let us sit like the earth and absorb. Let our soil be moistened to deep places—so that new vegetation might grow. New foliage might emerge and fruit would begin.

Let the fruit begin, Father. Fruit takes time to form and mature and ripen. We ask that you would grow fruit in us…that the result of this rain would be luscious, rich and full fruit. Father, we want the boughs of us to be laden heavy with this fruit of the Spirit. Fruit only you can grow. Only you can grow these in us.

Father, let it rain. Let it rain.

In the name of Jesus.

Amen