The sheets of rain The sheets of the rain are falling in those intermittent showers; they are the blessings from GOD above; and all around us; the precious little well placed and paced blessings are falling upon sinful souls; these are showers of blessing; these are those mercy drops; all of them descending upon souls that care little about GOD; rains falling onto the plants and the stones below; offering Life abundantly; and then GOD gives even much more Grace than we deserve; and His Love reigns; and the little souls complain; and we are like little birds fluttering our wings over our young ones, as the drops fall upon us; the silence of the night showers. We are refreshed. I am in Love with the Silence in GOD alone; for, unspeaking He speaks to the inner man; the new man; the true self we are becoming in JESUS; and we listen to the silence of the pitter and the patter; and the sheets of rain are falling upon this metal roof; and I am awakened again and happy to listen to the Voice of Yahveh speak in such a silence that I hear in the deepest part of my little soul; His discernment speaks the Wisdom of the ages; the Wisdom rejected by men and offered still in the stillness of this night; the rain is talking in the silence of His whisperings in the pitter and the patter that is speaking; the night is filled with your Voice O LORD; and we are listening to you alone; our inner Peace is Jesus in this night; and we are awakening to the dawn within the Sun of Righteousness descending with healing in its wings. The voices of the past are washed away in the silence; the malignant malicious miseries of the past are washed away as the drops of Mercy rip through the grains of sand and rock to wash away the stains of malice; and these drops are like the nails that pierced the Holy One; and we bear in our bodies those wounds that wash away the past and renew the Spirit of Christ within us and through us; like the rains that race through us; washing with the broken Body and the precious Blood all sins. O, Precious One; these thoughts are Sacred from the Heart of JESUS that bleeds and rains profusely upon this parched ground with the Blood and the Water that abounds toward and upon this chief of sinners. O Blessed Moment in space and time. Selah… Anthony, the sinner =========== maryinwilderness.org/desertwind/430
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 14:15:11 +0000