March 3, 2015

We all have an extended time in our life of struggle, trials and tribulation where we cannot see any end in sight.  We may never lose our resolve or waver in our faith to the Sovereign Father, but we do at times become cynical.  We all, at one time or another, become what I have become to call “cynical optimists.”

We know that the Father is in control and we know He has a plan that will raise us above and place us in a place that is better than where we were before the struggle started.  We become cynical, not in a derisive way, but in a way that shows our limitations in seeing the big picture.  We are tempered by the circumstances surrounding us and it clouds our spiritual vision in seeing God’s plan.  Nevertheless, we staunchly believe He does have one and we clutch onto that hope with a white-knuckled grip.

Joel 2: 23-27:

23 Be glad, O people of Zion, rejoice in the LORD your God, for he has given you the autumn rains in righteousness. [e] He sends you abundant showers, both autumn and spring rains, as before. 24 The threshing floors will be filled with grain; the vats will overflow with new wine and oil. 25 “I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten, the great locust and the young locust, the other locusts and the locust swarm, my great army that I sent among you. 26 You will have plenty to eat, until you are full, and you will praise the name of the LORD your God, who has worked wonders for you; never again will my people be shamed. 27 Then you will know that I am in Israel, that I am the LORD your God, and that there is no other; never again will my people be shamed.

The Father is sending the Spiritual rain into our lives.  We need to be ready for that rain.  We need to praise God for the time of the locusts, the time we came to rely on His love and steadfastness and His promises.  We will receive the spiritual fruits in abundance when we remain whole and in constant communion with Him.  We pray for that rain with expectation.  He will bless us with an abundance that will surpass what we had lost to the locusts.  Father, let that rain pour down on us and bring the fruit that is everlasting and pleasing in Your Sight.

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