It’s been raining on and off in our little valley for days now. Rain is usually my love language, but the busy-ness of this week has kept me from enjoying its soft, insistent voice. This morning, the pokeberry in the meadow flashed a warning. Slow down, they said. Look at us.
The perfect harbingers of light.
Hello, rain. Hello, morning.
I’m taking the time every day, to invite God into my ordinary, to notice how life responds to his presence when my heart is open to him. It’s a practice that inspired a book. And I’m sharing in community with the 31 dayers.