We’re healing now.

We had just turned onto the road our destination sat at the end of when the sky became a dark display of the unavoidable impending rain. Lumps of cloud pressed down against the sheet of grey clouds like rain forcing its way in deep plots, with clouds that just didn’t want to allow the breakthrough. It was heavy, the sky was dark, and the words to a new song we had never heard before rang out,

I can see a cloud heavy with rain and it looks like revival is headed our way.

I can see a cloud heavy with rain and it looks like salvation is headed our way.

I can hear a sound the abundance of rain and it sounds like freedom is headed our way.

I can hear a sound the abundance of rain and it sounds like provision is headed our way.

I can see a cloud heavy with rain and it looks like healing is headed our way.

I can see a cloud heavy with rain and it looks like joy and its headed our way.

We had fought three years for this appointment, and as I heard this prophesy ring out in the car the lump in my throat rose as I thought of the hope that this could be it.

Within the time I sat on the couch across from the desk, listening to the doctor as she played and conversed with my son, trying to see him for who he is in an hour span, the rain started to pour. We watched the white out through the lobby window, waiting for a break from the heavy downpour to run to our car. I relayed the words to my husband on the phone after having him check the radar to see if we should just make a break for it. He talked about this “pop up storm” that wasn’t on any radar for the day until it came. I tucked it in my heart, knowing it was the Lord confirming what was being prophesied. An unpredicted storm hanging over us as the promise rang out that provision and healing and JOY was headed our way. That’s the way my God works. He works in love.

We fought for half of his life to hear that he is on the spectrum, diagnosed with a specific profile that is just now starting to be recognized in the states. PDA, Pathological Demand Avoidance. We now have verbiage for what we’ve always known. Today we know our son more than we knew him yesterday. Today we can be equipped to love him better in a way that will fill his love tank and make him feel protected than we could before.

And now the healing begins. Provision for my brilliant Leo to reach his full potential and to be the leader he has been created to be in this generation. Healing of the years where I allowed other’s opinions and voices to wash out my own God-given mother’s intuition. Years of hearing that my son wasn’t on the spectrum after looking at him. Years where I started doubting myself, telling myself that I couldn’t be trusted.

We get to heal now. We get to find joy in the process. We’re receiving provision.

The rain has come.