I love to look out the front door in the early morning, praise the Lord for the sunshine and the new day.
Today it's pouring rain on top of the six inches of snow we got over the weekend. It's a driving, gray rain. An angry rain, it feels to me. Even when I look past it, I gaze over the soggy snow and into the barren trees and see no light.
Today it's pouring rain on top of the six inches of snow we got over the weekend. It's a driving, gray rain. An angry rain, it feels to me. Even when I look past it, I gaze over the soggy snow and into the barren trees and see no light.
I tell myself rain is a blessing, that water is the physical essence of life, that this water offered from sky to land will make the grass green and the flowers bloom and the vegetables hearty. I remind myself that the water slapping the ground is only a shadow of the living water, the stream of life that nourishes my soul.
That's life that I see from my front porch. It's not always sunshine and sweet music. Sometimes it's hard and cold. But oh...so necessary.
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It's a rain that belongs in one of your books - sinister.
That's life that I see from my front porch. It's not always sunshine and sweet music. Sometimes it's hard and cold. But oh...so necessary.
Yup, I hear you. Hard and cold is sometimes necessary but not always welcomed. :-)
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