A Cry From the Recesses

Heavy hot air settles in every nook and cranny. No escaping this heat around here. Hardly a breeze stirs the stifling air.

But in my spirit, in the deepest nooks and crannies of my soul, where stifling heaviness had settled for too, too long, a current is beginning to move. A renewing breath, a whisper of rejuvenation, a touch of refreshing.

I think a storm is brewing somewhere in the spiritual realm, a storm bringing rains -- drenching, soaking rains that will wash, restore, and bring forth life. Life-sustaining waters to saturate the driest soul, nourish the weakest heart, and imbue the spirit man with faith. Emboldening faith to move mountains.

Oh, God, come. Come. We need You now.