Worship, Inspiration and Encouragement

“Babiha” Experience

written by~Sandy Blaser, Healing Rain to the Nations

Dear HRN Friends,

This afternoon I had just arrived home from leading “Southside Worship” in San Antonio, Texas.  As my Husband was hugging me, I had my eyes closed, but in my minds eye I saw this word “Babiha” being handwritten in white on a pink background—this has never happened before and I have never seen or heard this word before. Below is also my interpretation the Lord has given me. May you be blessed!!!

~Sandy Blaser, Healing Rain to the Nations, January 10, 2008


India—Hindi word “Babiha”

Babiha bird – found in India looks like a very small hawk

The ‘Babiha bird’ sings beautifully in the early hours of dawn.

Babiha, or chaatrik or Papeeha: This amazing bird cries during the hot days of summer and waits for the rain to quench his thirst. This bird’s crying call sounds like “Pee-Kaha”, meaning, “Where is my Love?”…

Babiha is known for its shrieking calls starting from Spring till the rainfall… The calls frequency keeps on increasing as the day for the monsoon approaches…

The Babiha is crying day and night when its grows more and more thirsty, and is in deep hope that the rain-water will quench its thirst! The calls during the final stages are so filled in cries, that one may feel that the bird is dying if it does not get the sprinkles of rain!

Sandy’s thoughts:

The comparable scenario is being drawn for a true worshiper, a lover of Truth, who is frantically seeking day and night to get the glimpse of the Eternal King and to experience His dynamic healing touch.

I arise early in the morning with a symphony of praises on my lips, singing, “How Majestic, O How Wonderful, O How Glorious is my King.  Surely the heavens must tremble as I shout the Matchless, Powerful name of “Jesus”!

As the days, weeks, months, years go by, I wait…the battle of suffering rages on!  But yet In this dry parched desolate land that I trod, my soul longs and even thirst for a fresh drink of “Living Water”. “O my Jesus, you are the very words of life, my only Hope, My Sustainer, My Deliver, and the only one that can quench this dry parched thirsty soul.  Earnestly I seek after you O Lord”, crying out in desperation “Father, my Father, I must have You in my life! YOU are so necessary! O God…Open the windows of heaven and Let Your Rain fall on me”!

My soul senses an urgency as I await my Soon Coming King.  I know my God is faithful to hear the cries from my desperate heart. Therefore I make a choice to violently storm the gates of Heaven, intensely pressing into the heart of my Heavenly Father.  From the depths of my thirsty soul, with crying lips I unceasingly shout glorious praises, worshiping the King of Kings!  In the midst of waiting, my faith continues to soars like an eagle to new heights, for YES I know — I know my King has never forsaken me!

For I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day. (2 Tim 1:12)

~Sandy Blaser, Healing Rain to the Nations