An April rain is what I asked for the other day, one that would come and wash my fleshly thoughts away.
One that would soak out all my unwanted desires and needs, one that would cast out my anxiety and allow me to breath.
Easy I want to feel that peaceful breeze that only comes in April, along with the rain that hits against the panes.
I wanted to get lost in the water as it slides down the window and gathers into a puddle.
I wanted to just exist for one small second and not have to think about a thing.
I wanted the April Rain.
To come and cleanse the deepest inner part of me…..my holy of holies.
Where nothing should penetrate nor bring drought, nothing that should prevent my joy which came in the form of a shout.
An April rain holds that crisp cool water that falls upon the face, leaving nothing to your imagination just knowing you are kept dry under God’s Grace.
The thought of it brought a smile to my face, then laughter came from no place.
I could feel myself drenched even though I had on every stitch.
But I ran thru that rain and I danced and I sang.
I could feel restlessness fade away and blue clouds replaced the gray.
I could look out amongst the new budding trees and once again I could breathe.
A fresh feeling of God’s anointing.
Seasons change and Fall is actually on her way.
But God has granted peace in the form of an April Rain.
