12/8/25: Your Rain Is Coming!

“Then Elijah said to Ahab, ‘Go get something to eat and drink, for I hear a mighty rainstorm coming!’ So Ahab went to eat and drink. But Elijah climbed to the top of Mount Carmel and bowed low to the ground and prayed with his face between his knees. Then he said to his servant, ‘Go and look out toward the sea.’

The servant went and looked, then returned to Elijah and said, ‘I didn’t see anything.’

Seven times, Elijah told him to go and look. Finally, the seventh time, his servant told him, ‘I saw a little cloud about the size of a man’s hand rising from the sea’.”

— 1 Kings 18:41-44 (NLT)

Some seasons of life feel like standing on a mountain with dry lips and an empty sky.

You pray. You fast. You speak God’s promises out loud. Yet when you look up, there is no movement. No cloud. No shift. Just the same dry ground staring back at you like, “Sis… you still believing for rain?” And if you’re anything like me, that waiting space can stretch you in ways you never asked for.

That’s why this moment in 1 Kings 18:41-44 hits so close to home. Elijah hears the sound of a mighty rainstorm before a single drop hits the ground. Meanwhile, the sky looks like it hasn’t seen rain since Genesis. Elijah sends his servant to look. The servant comes back with, “Nothing.” He sends him again. “Nothing.” Again. “Still nothing.” Seven times Elijah sends him, standing in faith while the evidence refuses to cooperate.

And then it happens. The servant returns with what sounds like an insult. “There’s a tiny cloud… about the size of a man’s hand.” A hand, sis. Not even a fist. A hand. Yet Elijah acts like that little cloud is a monsoon in the making.

This is where the lesson finds us. Sometimes God’s promise shows up small. Almost too small to take seriously. Almost small enough to ignore. But that doesn’t diminish its power. Miracles often begin as tiny signals… holy hints… subtle whispers that God is already stirring the winds even when the sky looks bare.

But here’s the key. Elijah didn’t shift his posture based on the size of the cloud. He stayed bowed low in prayer. He stayed connected to Heaven’s forecast even while Earth looked parched. That’s what preparing for the rain looks like. You keep oiling your faith. You keep closing the gaps in your spirit. You keep preparing as if the storm is already rolling in, because faith is the work you do before the sky agrees with you.

Maybe right now the “cloud” in your life is small.

A tiny breakthrough.

A call-back that didn’t promise anything yet.

A flicker of healing. A faint idea. A slow restoration.

It doesn’t look like much, but it’s enough to let you know God has not forgotten what He said. Don’t despise the size. Don’t talk yourself out of what God is building. A small cloud can carry a mighty rain when Heaven breathes on it.

Sister, your waiting is not wasted. Your faith is not foolish. And your preparation is not in vain. When God says rain is coming, you don’t wait to move until you’re drenched. You start preparing because you trust His voice more than the silence of your surroundings.

The cloud may be small, but the promise is still big. And the rain is still on the way.