Early on this week as I worshipped and prayed in my living room,
God showed me a picture in the spirit realm. I saw a strong, powerfully fit
man, the Holy Spirit, digging a trench in a dry, barren land. It was
back-breaking work, toiling in the hot sun. The land desperately needed water.
I begged God, “Send rain. We’re waiting. We’re oh, so
thirsty. Send rain.” The Lord said, “I have sent rain—time after time.” I said,
“Oh, God, we need more…so much more.” As I cried out, I saw a prophet to the
nations. I begged for him to come because I knew he carried God's anointing and would bring a deluge—a huge, torrential deluge
that Papa God had reserved to be poured out upon this place.
I gasped in air as I saw the so-badly needed water about to be released, and in
that moment I understood how it would just rush off, because it would move too
fast, passing over the land before the hard ground could drink it up or stop
it. I cried, “Oh, Daddy, the trench isn’t deep enough. It will have to be so much
deeper to hold that much water.” Because a very, very deep trench could take in
the water, hold it, store it, save it so it could irrigate the land as it
soaked into the rocky soil.
The Holy Spirit leaned on His shovel, gazing just over the top
of that trench He had dug by refusing to give into the heat, refusing to stop
in His grueling, monotonous effort. He smiled, and Father said, “It’s deep
enough. Let it rain.”
