They’ve felt quite caged up.
Struggling to think beyond what is before me; beyond my immediate tasks, or call of duty.
I guess perhaps this is a reflection of myself.
Life seemingly surpassing my ability to want to look forward to much.
God, it seems, had me in a holding pattern…one I wasn’t enjoying or wanted to be in.
I finally had my say…and as any good Father would, He must have listened.
For today I awoke, early as usual, proceeding outside for time alone with my Lord.
Then I looked before me and without a sound, falling to the ground was the most gentle rain.
I ran to it, I ran in it and I thanked Him: I knew it was a gift for me this day.
For His love is like that sometimes…as soft and refreshing as a rain drop, on a hot summer day.