“I will rend the heavens, will you rend your hearts?” I have heard this in my spirit over and over the last several months, an invitation whispered from the One on high. As I write the rains are falling hard, drenching the earth with provision from the storehouses of the sky. I am reminded that the rain falls on the ‘good’ and ‘bad’ alike. Rain, like grace, is given to those who are kind just as much as it is given to those who are cruel. What will I do with it?
Do Not Pass Me By
Do Not Pass Me By
Do Not Pass Me By
“I will rend the heavens, will you rend your hearts?” I have heard this in my spirit over and over the last several months, an invitation whispered from the One on high. As I write the rains are falling hard, drenching the earth with provision from the storehouses of the sky. I am reminded that the rain falls on the ‘good’ and ‘bad’ alike. Rain, like grace, is given to those who are kind just as much as it is given to those who are cruel. What will I do with it?