Praying for rain

The land I love is burning as I write. It is the place where I met my husband and where I met my Savior. Over 30,000 acres are being swallowed by a fire whose ignition is unknown. I have been glued to my newsfeed for every new detail every new image. Friends scattered over the world have changed their cover photo or their profile frame as a sign of solidarity when we are helpless to do more than pray.

And pray we do, we pray for protection of our friends who are battling the fire, for family who may be in the area, and we pray for miraculous protection of the land we all hold so dear.

A land steeped in history, all the way back to the cliff dwelling Native Americans who were here long before Coronado came to seek his streets of gold. A region full of stories of fearless gunslingers like Black Jack Ketchum, Billy the Kid, and Pat Garrett. These stories, this history is in our blood and even our dreams.

And so we pray for rain.

I felt like God whispered in my ear today as I thought of my favorite place. My Child, are you aware that the people I love and land I created is also burning? At first, I couldn’t figure out what He was talking about. Then it came to me. The very children He created in His image have been fighting with each other, have been incendiary in their remarks, and their actions to someone God loves.

My prayers have redoubled now, Best Beloved. I am praying for rain for my precious region, but I am back on my knees again, for my family and my friends who are at odds with God. Whose very souls are scorched with anger and hurt, who cannot imagine the blessed touch of God’s miraculous rain that comes in His amazing, scandalous grace.Dear Ones, where are the fires burning in your life today? Are you trying to put them out on your own? Are you praying for rain? Isn’t it time to start praying for the cooling, healing touch of His mercies and grace? For His forgiveness?

Join me on my knees and let’s pray for rain. Today. Right now. Sweet, soaking, fulfilling, quenching rain.

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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