Wendy L. Macdonald
[Originally published HERE]
Rain arrived during the night and scrubbed the smoke off our skies. The forest fires ravaging BC forests and communities had spread their lung harming stench across the province, reminding people to pray for those who are threatened by it.
I opened the door and drank deep. My lungs welcomed the fresh fragrance of morning rain.
Whether the weather brings rain or not, I spend time each morning allowing God to rain down grace on me so it will overflow onto others as I go about my day. I have no rain of my own to refresh the spirits of others. I rely on my daily portion from God to extinguish smoldering discouragement and lingering sins I’ve allowed to spark into flame.
God doesn’t shame us into obedience. He showers us with His loving Spirit of conviction and correction. We are welcomed to open the doors and windows and partake of His restorative showers of blessing.
Sad are they who close their shutters to grace and stay in the stale air of their old ways.
P.S. I’m adding the following poem that I happened to write the rough draft for during my rain showers of blessing quiet time.
When fear threatens my peace
I must heed the Divine
For perfect Love overcomes
And makes serenity mine
When dark powers rise up
I must press into Christ
For perfect Love overcomes
And rains down abundant life.
~ wlm
For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. 2 Timothy 1:7 NKJV
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