Last night was one of pregnancy sleep. You know — the kind where you don’t really sleep? I couldn’t get comfortable, a baby was bouncing on my organs non-stop, and then my heart started squeezing over so many things that overwhelm. Not very restful.
This morning, I wake to skies that are endless cloud and the sound of steady rain. I wrap my afghan, prepare my coffee, and sit.
It’s a day for soaking. For letting Living Water penetrate my heart and mind. For just receiving this truth:
My soul is already perking up. Rain is such a good, good thing.