well, this looks like the third post in a week. i better be careful or this might become a pattern.
we got some rain yesterday and we are getting a lot today. sometimes it is coming down hard, other times it is just drizzling. right now it is pouring. as i look out the windows of the cafe, i am thrust into thought. i like the rain. i didn't always. i never minded the rain, but it wasn't until living in germany and encountering day upon day of rain that i developed a fondness for it. i like it because it calms things. it slows things down. it quiets. it washes and cleans. it floods and takes away. it now reminds me of germany.
to have a cup of coffee, a glass of wine and be in front of a fire reading a book and listening to jazz. ah, that is refreshing. soul soothing. sometimes i wish it would rain in my heart and soul. to wash away the dirt and make it calm and quiet. to pull me out of myself and wash me towards love and grace.
PS. as i sit here and write this i wish that you would walk through that door. you, a dear friend that i long to talk to, but you live elsewhere. colorado, wisconsin, texas, germany, minnesota, ireland, and spread many other places. may god bless all of you.
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