My sweet Father, whom I adore, let Your Holy Spirit rain down in power upon the life and heart of Your treasured image bearer. Take me to the place where I can be still beneath the umbrella of Your presence. The breath of Your Spirit is life to my weary bones. Let the hailstorm of condemnation rage around me while I am safe in the refuge of love that You designed specifically for my heart. May I dance in the rain of Your blessings, Jesus, as drop upon drop of Your grace cleanses my soul; and deluge upon deluge of Your love makes my spirit sparkle. For Your beloved is singing the joys of praise in what others see as only rain. Wash me in Your glorious favor, my Lord and King. Under the mighty word of grace found in John 1:14 and the authority of Christ Jesus, these prayers are set as an offering to You, O God.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us,
and we have seen his glory,
glory as of the only Son from the Father,
full of grace and truth.
John 1:14, ESV