Hope floats

The day the first drop of rain fell upon the ark, I should imagine Noah blinked up at the sky – not quite believing, not quite sure.
It was raining?

By Heather Djunga

I often wonder about the moment the first drop fell upon Noah’s cheek. I wonder whether as more drops fell whether they were intermingled with his own tears.

God had done what He had said.

The years of sawing planks, of splintered hands, the moments of doubt and unbelief when Noah might’ve wondered, ‘Did God really say?’ washed away as rain continued to fall upon him. Safe in the ark as the rain started, he might’ve stayed just a while longer on the deck, until his clothes were substantially wet.

He would probably never experience a moment quite like this again. He didnt mind so much that he would have to wring out his clothes afterwards, dry off his hair.

It was raining.

From where he stood on the deck of the ark, he might’ve had a good view of the surrounding community.

Were these men and women staring up at the sky the same people who laughed at him yesterday and thought him to be crazy? Had just a few drops of rain silenced them.

There is always a defining moment in our faith. The moment the rain falls.

Maybe like Noah you know what the rain on your cheeks feels like.

When God shows up in your circumstances.


What shape is hope?

It’s what Elijah saw which compelled him to keep on kneeling, pressing into prayer. It’s what made him tell the others to run because a downpour was on the way, even when there was just a cloud the size of a man’s hand in the sky.

Hope is the shape of every Word which proceeds from His mouth.

Hope is His Word.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

See the people couldn’t see Noah’s vision. The Lord had given it just to Noah but now they saw the rain. They also felt the rain.

Nights of tears. Years of being misunderstood even by those closest to him. Frustration. Hard work.

It was lost in the downpour.

The Word had stepped in. Exactly on time. He had washed away unbelief with the rain.

We serve a faithful God. He will do what He has said. He will take you through the adventure step by step. He will give you instructions each day. He will build something unique through you, with you – in partnership. It will be your own unique ark that you have built with Him.

Keep on doing the work you are doing for Him. He knows your weaknesses. He’s seen your tears. He’s always been control and He’s always known how He will bring it together. That’s in His hands.

He will bring the rain.

To read the story behind the Living out Loud blog, visit https://living-out-loud.blog/2017/12/30/the-birth-of-a-new-blog/

©Copyright Heather Djunga 2018.

Author: Heather Djunga

You would die for Him but will you live for Him? What would happen if one person - you - committed to live out loud for Him? ©Copyright Heather Djunga 2018.The creative concepts, drawings and writing on this site cannot be reproduced without the expressed permission of the author and artist

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