You heavens above, rain down righteousness; let the clouds shower it down. Let the earth open wide, let salvation spring up, let righteousness grow with it; I, the LORD, have created it (NIV)
Drop down, you heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness: let the earth open, and let them bring forth salvation, and let righteousness spring up together; I the LORD have created it (AKJV)
Oh God, let it be! Let it be according to Your very words!!! Just as You have longed for it, we long for it with you, great God of every living thing.
Let it rain!
Oh, God of our hearts, may we throw our heads back and cry out to You, from the depths of our hearts-- where all the pain that comes from sojourning on this earth hides and rots-- may we open our mouths and TELL you that YOU ARE GOOD! Help us, Spirit, to acknowledge Your goodness and righteousness and Your abundant kindness to us, even when sadness pounds at our hearts-- we acknowledge that Your goodness and the eternal nature of Your being is so much bigger than any grief we bear. And we praise You for everything everything everything, but right now, I praise You because I know that surely You have borne our griefs (Isaiah 53:4) and you never tire of hearing my heart....
And God, I sing praise to You because You would be worth it in any circumstance, and I sing praise to You because You were good today and yesterday and a year ago and the years before that. You have been with us in every dark place-- on every lonely path, in every horrifying situation, in times when I was right and times when I was wrong... You've never left, not for one second.
And sometimes I wonder... would I think of You like I do if Ben was alive? Would my heart be so set on You if tragedy had not struck? Would I have begun to cool, my love for you growing ever more stagnant as I sank into my horror-free life? I wonder...
I mean, I loved you. I knew You. I served You. But I was just... longing for You, but in the same old way.... On April 28, my need for You was blown into a category 5 hurricane. The need in my heart and soul became a screaming, sucking hole; a giant crater in the center of my chest, and only You could fill it.
Oh, and my Jesus, You have been filling it and filling it and filling it...
Here's my cry today: COME DOWN HERE! Pour Your Spirit out on Your people! We are dry and aching and longing to see You! Oh Savior, MARANATHA! Come quickly! You are high and lifted up!! May we worship You-- may we cry out to You NOW, in times of peace and fulness and ease so that we will be ready for the day of turmoil, and our first instinct will always be to worship Your name, even when it all comes crashing down, because THIS IS NOT ALL THERE IS!!!!
Oh JESUS, You are the point of life! Thank You for the beautiful extras, but Oh, God, they do not hold a candle to Your majesty.
And no sadness can dampen the sweetness of Your goodness.
Ah, Jesus, I adore You.
You are good.