I spent a few days visiting with hurting people. There is an incredible pressing of the heart when Christ allows you to help even a little in carrying another’s burden. To somehow bring a little sunshine to a rainy day. Friends going through sudden trials and others grieving loss. As we each visited, I could see His compassion upon tender hearts. I could see weary eyes, yet Jesus was carrying them each.

As I started home, I glanced at my umbrella which said, “Jesus, Bring the Rain…” and I thought….”yes ..do..Lord..” The healing rain, tender showers of blessings, oil filled rain that anoints as nothing else can a broken heart.

I am back and forth on Isaiah 61 often…asking the Lord am I anywhere close to fulfilling His heart on the earth. I sat to write a letter to a sweet one in prison whom I keep on my mirror in my office. Recalling also the scripture Hebrews 13:3

Remember those who are in prison, as though in prison with them, and those who are mistreated, since you also are in the body.

oh, please Lord… help me remember your plight daily. Help me always tend the sheep. Help me love on sweet friends when a storm arises. Many are in such need in this hour from various crises. Many need prayer, love, kindness…and gentle hearts to simply be there.

May He burden us to pray in the night for those in need of a lifting up by their brothers and sisters. May we tend and mend with Jesus hearts around us and others He points out to us. May we carry the love that pours as a healing balm to bleeding hearts.

 

Love That Pours

We often beg near a dream

As big as big can be

Yet, often what Christ’s heart does want

Is love to pour so sweet.

 

To serve the hurting in despair

To hold a hand in loving care

To pray when others are tired

To kneel  to Christ’s desires.

 

To lay aside some of your days

To go and meet one’s longing gaze

To lend a shoulder for one pained

To call out to Jesus  for His rain.

 

Perhaps we have it altogether wrong

We run for a purpose that’s very “tall”

When we are merely hands and feet

To the love that pours from Christ the King.

 

Dare we again long to be

Servants who mourn and weep

As others do pour their tears

Of sadness, grief, and lonesome years.

 

Oh, God,.. shallow let us not be

And first, Lord, please do start with me.

Give me all the love that I need

To tend  Your precious, wounded sheep.

 

November 9, 2017