Snuggled under layers of
covers this morning, I smiled through shuttered, sand-filled eyes,
awakened to a soggy Morse code of "good morning". I'm a rain lover,
and though I can't explain it, it infuses a certain "soul peace"; at
times I crave it, and to me, it is at it's best when it arrives at
daybreak. I said, "Thank you, Lord" as if He had specifically gifted
me, and I smiled to think my husband would think this a curse.
Sleep-blurred thoughts suddenly filled with an awareness that took me by surprise: my romanticism of rain is a luxury.
{Please continue reading "When romanticizing leads to compassion..." over at Blissfully Domestic. By the way, have you seen Blissfully Domestic's site lately? Re-designed fairly recently, it's definitely new and improved!}
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