Saturday, November 30, 2013

Raindrop upon Raindrop

The rain’s coming down drop upon drop.  Sheets of water hitting obstacles, sliding down, soaking in. 

My soul within me is tired and heavy. I can’t explain it, but there is a weariness and I feel the fight has left me.  I physically ache from weariness that plagues me.

I open the mudroom door, pulling my hood close around my face. I step out, hiding my free hand in the sleeve of my coat.  With my other hand I carry a plate of scraps for the chickens.  Bent over, I duck my head from the cold, pelting, rain, but it is persistent.  It finds my cheeks and speckles my glasses.  The cold air seeps into my lungs.  My nose tingles.  A sharp breeze that makes cheeks pink, dances across my face.




I breathe in deep; cold air shaking me awake.   I ask God to give me eyes to see, to fill me with His strength. 

As I slowly, walked back up the hill toward the house, I felt it.  I knew that the cold rain was like a touch from Him.  Washing away the heaviness. Cleansing my thoughts.  The cold air was His breath blowing away the cobwebs in my soul.  A gentle call from my Lord to re-focus.

To take my mind off the “what-ifs”.  To remove my thoughts from anything that wasn’t from Him.  To see His goodness. To hope.


For He has called us to hope!


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“Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope!” (Romans 15:13 TM)


He has called us too so much that we never focus on. We never grasp.  We miss the green and just aim for the same old routine.

We live in a blur and our spiritual eyes haze over. 

We lose our desire and expectation of obtainment.  Where is our hope?


That day in the rain was God’s wake up call for me. 

Live filled with hope!

Fine tuning my focus to pin point precision on my Savior.  Then will I obtain the joy and the peace that He has for me and I will bubble over with the Holy Spirit, spilling out God’s hope in a never ending fountain.



  1. "oh! may the God of green hope . . . " i love that translation,
    beause it the hope of spring. "though winter(crying) may last
    for the night, there is joy in the morning."

  2. Beautiful and True!
    Here's to you...and to Him...and to HOPE!
    Have a beautiful week, Jenn.


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