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:

God loves.


My soul is already perking up. Rain is such a good, good thing.

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