Sitting in the living room with my morning coffee in one hand and my bible open on my lap, I could hear the rain trickling down the drain pipe right outside my window, only offset by the crackling fire in the wood stove. Thank goodness for the wood heat in a day like today!
Flood warnings are in effect for this week. The sky is the color of ash and the soggy ground on which the rain lands is taking a beating. Yet above the beat of the rain is the chirping of birds... hope in the midst of a hopeless kind of day.
That is how I feel about God. No matter how gray my day, no matter how depressing or hopeless I may feel, there is always, always HOPE.
|~~the promise of better days spoken to me in the buds of the pussy willow tree~~|