Oh, what a blessed lovely morning. It is raining! I had been praying for the spring rain to come. The news kept predicting rain and it didn’t come. It was so dry here in our area of Iowa.

I just ran out and put my bucket under the drain spout to catch the water. I keep buckets here and there in the yard. I keep one hidden in the herb garden, too. This way, I have some water to pour on this and that plant when it gets dry and I am outside puttering around.

The temperature has gotten down to freezing lately and our poor plants are hard hit enough without any rain. But it’s raining now. Oh, I love it and I am so relieved. I have kept my door open here in the dining room this morning as I write. It’s such a comfort to me to hear the rain on my old wooden screen door.

Last night Papa and I were both up in the night, as we couldn’t sleep. We kept looking out the door to see if the rain had come yet. I had about given up on it! Yet now, when I got up this morning, I heard some sprinkles on my door and I felt such joy.

And ya know, I was thinkin’ yesterday as I ran after Baby Rose … about the time I gave up on ever thinking I would have a baby, I got to have a Baby Rose at age 57. Oh, my dear Rose who bloomed in my wilderness.

“Dear Jesus, water us, please, and cause our dry bones of hopelessness to arise and walk and dance. Call us out of our ash heaps to arise and to look for our rain in due season to water us. For some of us sisters, our hope is nearly gone and our hearts dry and waiting for the spring rains to come. We arise while it is yet night and we listen for signs of hope. Was that the phone I heard? Is that my husband caling me? Are You going to bring him home today, dear Lord? Is this my miracle day? Are the rains coming, Lord, to water my soul and to give me new hope?”

I hear your hearts, dear Sisters. I know you are watching out your windows for your miracles to come, for the rains of the Holy Spirit to fall upon your dry and parched homes. Get out your buckets by faith and listen … listen for the sprinkles of the Holy Spirit. Listen for the Holy Miracle rains to come. They will come, dear hearts, at first with just a sprinkle and then with “just what ya needed.” Then in an abundance. Later you will have a Joy you can’t contain.

I had a joy I couldn’t contain when Jim was first healed. Oh my! I had twelve years without rain, without Hope. But I kept on believin’ God and, like some of you, my rains came. They started with mercy drops and then abundant showers.

Oh, Dear Hearts, don’t give up, but keep listening for the gentle mercy drops upon the doors and the windows of your hearts. Then run out with your faith buckets to catch the miracles from heaven. Oh, dance in the rains … leap for Joy and let the Father soak you in His blessings. Arise from your death beds, even now, and gather your buckets by faith. Stir yourself up in the faith.

Let your visons guide you, dear Sisters of Wisdom. Look out your windows for your rewards and get your holy buckets ready. The rains have to come. The answered prayers are out there. His promises are true and He is not a man that He should lie.

“Oh, please, bless us, Father God, with water filled vessels … heavy with blessings. Burden us with a joy that we can’t explain or contain. Let the Joy of the Lord be our strength. Let our buckets overflow with heavy abundant rains. Mercy drops and then showers of blessings. Later on, overflowing buckets full. And as we go, dear Father God, let us run out of buckets and be able to give our rain to our sisters who wait upon You.”