On days like these, it's hard for me not to smile. I've been sitting in my rocking chair by the French doors in my bedroom for a while, gazing out into my backyard which is (to me) the picture of serenity and watching the rain fall. That's one of my favorite pastimes, by the way--I love to sit at my table or chair and watch rain fall. Randy taught me that particular pleasure. Used to be, I was too busy to stop and watch little droplets of water making patterns on the pavement. Life didn't stand still while rivulets of water snaked through flowerbeds. And I suppose it still doesn't; after all, in just a few minutes I'll be leaving the house, venturing out into the downpour to take Sawyer to a dental appointment. And so it goes.
But for just a moment, as I enjoy the relative quiet amidst the cacophony of thunderous booms, I am reminded again of God's power and goodness and all-encompassing love for me, that He would bring this rain at this time, for my pleasure. God is so good.
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Amen
AMEN! Kelly stole my thunder, but that was exactly what I said to myself when I finished reading your blog today so I didn't hesitate to echo it yet again. So glad you took time to savor the moment!
MM
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