There is nothing like a nice, steady, slow soaking rain in the summer time. The way the clouds and rain bring about a shift in the air that makes the heat and humidity seem far away for a brief few moments.
It is in those few moments that simple pleasures and priceless treasures can be embraced, if we will see them for what they are...
A good cup of bold blend with some cream. A covered porch. A rocking chair. A dog named Emma.
Children playing next door out in the rain. Laughter. Conversation with my son about stuff and nothing.
Today is Sunday. We worshiped. We prayed. A family meal was shared. A coma was embraced on the couch...then a quiet time of reflection...
Out on the porch. Soft rain falling. Sweetness in the air. Refreshment and Rest in my soul.
It is in those few moments that simple pleasures and priceless treasures can be embraced, if we will see them for what they are...
A good cup of bold blend with some cream. A covered porch. A rocking chair. A dog named Emma.
Children playing next door out in the rain. Laughter. Conversation with my son about stuff and nothing.
Today is Sunday. We worshiped. We prayed. A family meal was shared. A coma was embraced on the couch...then a quiet time of reflection...
Out on the porch. Soft rain falling. Sweetness in the air. Refreshment and Rest in my soul.
Isaiah 65
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