“Raining Joy’s Revival”, from L.Willows (See Jesus, Hope, Renewal in God’s Spirit)

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I drove to the garden park in a neighboring community, and my heart lifted. Actually, I was shocked. The gates were opened for the first time since the pandemic lockdown began. My heart just paused to take it all in. I had been at the gardens and entered secretly some time before. Little was blossoming then but it gave me hope. The birds and the trees were thriving and everything in nature said yes to my heart.

That morning, the sun was shining and the sky was cobalt blue, there had been a full rainfall the night before and everything was glistening with waterdrops.

I started on the first walkway into the garden path that was surrounded by open spaces and luscious gardens on either side of the path. There were a few other appreciators there. My first reaction was that I felt overwhelmed with gratitude to God. It felt like my heart was bursting with joy as I thanked Him for the display of His Goodness. I saw the loveliness of His Creation all around me sparkling and shining, as though His Love were reflecting back to me. I had a mask on. I took it off so that I could smell the sweetness of each flower, each reed, each tree, every bud that I passed. All of the cares that I may have brought to that moment flew like dust into the tall grasses and into to top branches of the tall towering pine trees that hovered over all. This was bliss. I knew it at the moment.

As I walked I continued to pray and speak to the Lord. Then I came to my favorite garden. It winds in and out and has beds of special large budded flowers. Usually there are bees there because they are so sweet-smelling. I always stick my nose in each one and inhale! I noticed that because the blossoms are so large and bold, the flowers were particularly affected by the rains the night before. They were bent over, some of them were all the way to the ground. Some, the mature ones at the very top, had not really survived the rains. Their giant glorious buds had opened completely before the pouring and seemed to have grandly protected many of the other flowers. Petals were cast to the ground. Droplets of the rain were still shining on all of the blossoms and upon the earth.

As I stared at the aroma filled beauty, I kept saying to myself, “after the rains”. I thought of us, all of us, and the pouring of the trials that we have been through. The rain of a trial endured with faith is a glorious experience if it reveals God’s Spirit in us.

After the rain, we see true beauty around us, we appreciate the morning of what hope is and where true hope lies. If we have experienced losses, and many of us have, we look up and forward, not back or away. God is and will be providing many reasons for each of us to see His Glory in this season and in many to come. After the rain, when we temporarily view what was lost, we are invited to see the Reign of our True Hope. There is a garden gate that never closes. Our Lord, Jesus is the Gate, the one true Door. There is an aroma that is sweeter than any blossom on earth. It is the aroma of The Holy Spirit.

My bliss, what I call the Joy- is a shadow of the real joy of God’s Kingdom. When we live with Jesus as the “Yes” that leads to every other choice, hearts,  our lives become free regardless of circumstances. Everything in Heaven and on Earth is His Dominion.

The morning walk was a gift of renewal and revival. Spirit of God, rain on me, fill me- fill us all with your beauty, with the purpose of Christ and strengthen our faith.

© 2020 Linda Willows