Would you pour down like rain

As I sit here in the quiet of the early spring evening, just listening to the silence and pressing to hear Your voice. Softly the wind is blowing a soft breeze as the love and laughter of a family gathering encircles me. I press closer and lean in. The only thing I hear is the words of a song ringing back in my spirit: "Word of God speak. Let it pour down like rain. Open my eyes to see your majesty. To be still and know that You're in this place. Lord let me stay at rest on Your holiness. Word of God speak." 

I have sat and reflected on the words spoken that night, I cannot stop thinking about what I felt in that moment. How do I put into words the explosion that literally felt like a volcano erupting within me from a single word? A single touch? 

At this point, I really wished I could recall everything Bro. Knowles said that evening as he prophesied but I can't.  I do know that it was a freeing word. Since that night, I feel as if I  have been shot out of a bow. Let me try to explain.

I don't know a lot about archery. Never fired a bow or cross bow in my life. But I know that the arrow or bolt, depending on what you are firing, has a slot in the tail to allow you to set it on the bow string. Once set, the arrow is drawn backwards and held there until fired. While the bow can be returned to the original position without firing the arrow, this usually means that there is a problem somewhere.  Either the shooter is unable to get sight in the target, the wind shifts or the target is lost. 

When I came into church, it was as if I was that arrow loaded onto that bow string. I was drawn back and ready to be fired to strike the target ahead of me. Instead of taking aim and allowing myself to be fired, winds started blowing that changed the trajectory of the target. Once the winds began to die down, there was a time where I just could not lock on target. This resulted in having to release the draw, reset and do some things over. 

Now was this reset something that I wanted to do? Absolutely not. Those months were some of the hardest I have ever been through. But it was those months that positioned me for that night to hear what Bro. Knowles said. As I had written and poured out of me everything that I had thought, everything I had felt, all of the preconceived ideas brought me to the point of  realization of how I had built my self up so high and mighty in my own mind and trying to find the target without having any sights set. I was just pulling the bow string back with the hope that something would come into view. 

As he prophesied that evening, it was as if God said "NOW!", and the arrow was fired from that bow. As Bro. Lewis spoke on the gifts Sunday at church, I knew. Things that I have known for years were given to me for a purpose, I wanted no part of. How do you use a gift of encouragement? How do you show a gift of mercy? Then in a moment, with the mention of one name, I knew that I had operated in the gift of mercy. But here's what I know today: without death there could not be life. 

The day he died, I was given a new life literally.  But it took me a little while for the vision to return. Things were still blurry and the target wouldn't quite come into focus. But that night when Bro. Knowles released the past, I was propelled into the future. While I don't know exactly what the landing spot is to be considered "on target," I will stay on course. I will keep reaching out. I will keep encouraging.  I will keep on keeping on with everything that is within me. Not because I'm relying on myself or what I can do, but by speaking the words which He asks me to speak. To share what He asks me to share. To be where He needs me to be. And to do what He asks me to do. 

Word of God speak, continue to pour down like rain over my life. Wash me clean and give me eyes to see all that You want me to do. Let me not close my eyes to ignore the needs around me or close my ears to the cries of the hurting. Let my hands be Yours to help those in need and let my heart beat for those in need. Let the truth of Your Word be like honey on my lips, feeding the souls of those who are hungry.