Inspired by . . . life-giving water
It’s been raining for two days.
I stumble through my morning routine, but keep stopping to look out the window. Nature is on the move and I don’t want to miss a moment!
I haven’t had my coffee yet.
It’s dark in the house and grey outside, but my fingers are itching to feel the curved plastic, the familiar weight of compact technology.
The camera tells me what I already know: there’s not enough light, the images will blur.
I snap the picture anyway, eager to capture the first images of November.
There is something sacred about the way the earth receives the rain.
I think we sometimes forget that she is under this curse, too.
She who used to be watered daily by a mist bubbling up from within herself, now longs for the living water in a dry and weary land.
I share her longing.
During the rain she is mostly quiet. Hopeful.
When the rain ends . . .
. . . have you noticed?
She sings a song of praise and thanksgiving!
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