I awake to the pitter patter of morning rain. The scent seeps through my windowsills as if all of Heaven is stirring. The Lord is calling.

The scent is fresh. There is no musty stench as I walk out the back door to catch the whispers on the rain.

The sun is somewhat covered but attempting to peek ever slightly from the cloud cover. I grin inside my heart at the joy brewing.

The season has shifted and rain has become my friend. Today there is also a newness that has begun.

While the Lord washes the old away, His Spirit is moving upon the earth. Do you feel it?

If you close your eyes, you will sense His presence and hear His voice as each drop falls. Embrace His heart. Smell His scent. Take a deep breath.

There has been a tangible lift in my Spirit. His footsteps are visible and His voice has become a familiar sound.

His arms wrap tight this heart of mine and He keeps me under His wings….sheltered.

I close my eyes to hear the subtle shower fall and imagine the rain falling onto the keys of a grand piano. Heavenly melodies arise in my heart and He carries my imagination to a loving place. Music abounds!

I write down what I hear and sing along. There must be a Heavenly choir engaged as I listen intently. I realize, suddenly, this is no longer my imagination but Christ carrying me to His very heartstrings.

While at times rain can be harsh and destructive, not this time. It’s soft and quiet. It brings peace and playfulness that seems to awaken every sleeping bird. Each one singing its own song of delight as the rain gives the dry ground much needed life.

The rain signifies blessings and deep crevices begin to slowly fade as thirst is quenched. Life starts to bloom again and buried promises begin to re-emerge. Restoration is in the air.

There’s nothing like a fresh morning rain knocking on your heart. It drops like the teachings of Heaven pointing back to the majestic Creator Himself. “Look up! Receive My heart song!”

Busyness rushes past the blessing at times while the heart of a worshipper will watch and wait in His presence. I’ve learned this is something worth fighting for.

I’m still learning this heart of His. It’s like peeling away layers of a rose. There is always more to find and each layer of love is equally exquisite.

So, I’ll just wait here as long as the rain falls. Listening. Watching. Singing. Dancing. Dreaming.

Knowing that in every little, soft rain drop is a piece of His heart being revealed to me…..drop….by…drop.