Boston and New England have been under a tidewall of rain for four days and nights.
Some say rains are a sign of future fruitfulness on the land.
Truly, we have been crying out for the rains of the Holy Spirit! I just didn't know we would see this much rain, in the natural, too.
Our basement of probably around 2,000+ square feet was completely flooded with over a foot of water (deep) in multiple rooms. The fire department came and disconnected all the utilities (besides electricity on the upper floors.) So, no hot water or cooking indefinitely until the swamp, which is now our basement, gets a tad back to normal.
I live in a house with 9 Christian roommates. Today I was thinking of how this flooding has affected some of them, causing them to lose musical instruments, amps, etc. which were located in our basement. It is so strange the timing. God knows, though. More and more we see our time in this house, He is going after transformational love in our hearts.
My prayer is that our little community here will rally and rise and press in all the more. God, let Love prevail.
Meanwhile, amidst the flooding; There has been a drought! A drought of prayerlessness in my life the last few days. Perhaps it was all the distractions, perhaps it was just the barrenness of the fast... I stopped praying for over 3 days. Literally.
I can say with utmost honesty, I am so saddened by this drought of prayerlessness. We humans are so easily swayed.
So, now what? "Grace, Grace!" Zerrubabel shouted to the mountain.
Amen... Grace, grace. Still pressing through. TIME TO PRAY.
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