It’s a very rainy Wednesday morning. The dogs are refusing to go out. They each took one step onto the back porch and retreated back quickly. I’m tempted to sit on the back porch with my coffee and listen to the rain tapping on the roof. The palm trees are swishing, calling me to come out. Even the tree frogs are serenading me this morning.
This is one of those things I would think I should do. I could do. But instead I’d get busy. No time for simple pleasures.
But this morning I’m going to brew that coffee and perch on my back patio with the hanging baskets protecting me from the sheets of rain.
I used to wonder if the rain was God crying. I wonder who He would call when He feels low. I usually call Him. I can’t imagine not having anyone to talk to on those days. I’m sure He could talk to the saints an angels, but sometimes it’s good to get a woman’s perspective.
So God, if these are Your tears this morning, just know that I’m sitting here with You in the storm; Just like you have with me so many times.
We can listen to the tree frogs sing and the palms rustle. You go ahead and let the rain fall.
I have Your back this morning.
Your friend, Anne