Zambia has two seasons: dry and rainy. October begins the rainy season for us. October was hot and no rains came. November began, and still no rains. The Zambians tell us that the winds have been unusually strong for this time of the year. We have appreciated the breeze they have brought to us when the temperatures have risen over 100, but the fears here were real. Would the winds blow the rains past the land this year? Would this be a season of drought? So we have been praying for the rains to come. We have prayed that God would bring forth rains for the land of Zambia.
And it came. In buckets. For 2 hours.
We were sitting in the living space finishing our prayer time and we began to hear it fall on the roof. It became louder and louder. At “Amen”, we all got up and ran outside. We didn’t stop at the porch, but ran into the road, laughing, shouting, dancing, and then we began to sing. The unplanned worship on the dirt road in the rain was one of the most memorable times I have experienced here thus far.
I wish I could have shown you a video of that time. Standing in a circle, embracing each other, recognizing that this was food for the land from the God Most High!
You heavens above, rain down righteousness; let the clouds shower it down. Let the earth open wide, let salvation spring up, let righteousness grow with it; I, the Lord, have created it. Isaiah 45:8
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