1 Kings 18 Archives

“It came about at the seventh time, that he said, “’Behold, a cloud as small as a man’s hand is coming up from the sea.’”
1 Kings 18:44 NASB

It’s been a sizzling summer in Texas. For months, dry, cracked earth has been begging for a drink. Grass—green last week—broils in the heat, turning yellow. Scorched air sucks up every droplet of water from the sprinklers as it makes rainbows through the sun’s reflection. Moisture never reaches those wilted blades with open, thirsty mouths. Trees’ leaves flip over, showing only their undersides to the blazing heat. All things green pant through the day, melting in surrender as the sun dissolves under the horizon. Darkness removes the fire but not the hot simmer that radiates incessantly from the parched ground. No relief is in sight.

Our spirits sometimes travel through deserts, just like Texas in August, begging for rain from heaven. The skies turn to brass, and we wonder if our prayers ascend higher than the treetops. Or do they lay with the straw that used to be grass? No answers, just silence and heat … so, we pray for rain. And watch.

That’s when it happens.

According to the story of Elijah in 1 Kings 18, a cloud the size of a man’s hand formed at the horizon, promising a coming deluge after a long drought. The clouds bubbled and gathered until the entire sky darkened with promise.

He waited … then felt droplets splash, becoming pelts of drenching wet.

In a little while the sky grew black with clouds and wind, and there was a heavy shower.
1 Kings 18:45 NASB

Like Elijah, let’s rejoice and dance in the rain, thanking the Lord for His answer. His living water brings our spirits back to life, opening the floodgates of communion with our Saviour, and once again we come alive in Jesus Christ through the power of His Holy Spirit.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for reviving us today with an outpouring of Your anointing. May the floodgates of heaven open and may we testify of Your glory, In Jesus’s Name we ask and receive, Amen.

Let’s dance and worship in the rain with Michael W. Smith today and refresh our spirits. It will be the best five minutes of your day, I promise.

It’s sizzling summer in Texas. Dry, cracked earth begs for a drink. Grass—green last week—broils in the heat, turning yellow. Scorched air sucks up every droplet of water from the sprinklers as it makes rainbows through the sun’s reflection. Moisture never reaches those wilted blades with open, thirsty mouths. Trees’ leaves flip over, showing only their undersides to the blazing heat. All things green pant through the day, melting in surrender as the sun dissolves under the horizon. Darkness removes the fire but not the hot simmering that radiates incessantly from the parched ground. No relief is in sight.

My spirit goes through deserts, just like August in Texas, begging for rain from heaven. The skies turn to brass—are my prayers ascending higher than the treetops? Or do they lay with the straw that used to be grass? No answers, just silence—just heat—and I pray for rain. And watch.

That’s when is happens. As the story of Elijah in 1 Kings 18, a cloud the size of a man’s hand forms at the horizon, promising a coming deluge after a long drought. The clouds bubble and gather until the entire sky is dark with promise. I wait … then feel droplets splash, becoming pelts of drenching wet. I rejoice and dance in the rain, thanking the Lord for His answer. His living water brings my spirit back to life, opening the floodgates of communion with my Saviour, and I am once again alive in Jesus Christ through the power of His Holy Spirit.