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Quiet Rain

A night of goodbyes.

The children running around the gym.

Squeals.

Shared hearts.

Orientation seen in pictures.

Our new lives on the horizon.

As the old stands before us.

Limbo.

Beautiful goodbyes.

Wonderful hugs.

Our world all blended.

Then coffee with a favorite.

Or more like “coffee”.

Mmmm, warm sugar.

A goodbye without the bye.

She’s always near, no matter the distance.

“Home” to bed.

Home’s definition hanging on delightful faces.

Everyone sleeps in.

Heavy hearts healing.

Deep breaths.

Peace.

A morning of rain.

Gentle pattering on the nearby tin roof.

A slow morning.

Bacon sizzles.

It’s like the whole world is sighing.

Gratitude for a time well spent.

A quiet after goodbyes.

Before the next ones begin.

Author:

Have you ever thought that the all-sufficient Savior has promised those who walk in blind faith more than our minds can ever comprehend? That the only True Savior renews our minds, even when we feel most useless toward His Kingdom work? The Lord of all dares to touch our hearts, even as we stumble to find obedience. Oh how this soul wishes we Christians would embrace His Truth! And that the world would be different because of obedient hearts. Lord, change me. Lord, change us. All for Your glory. ---------- I am a Jesus-follower, a Homemaker, a Wife of the best man EVER, a Mom of 4 wonderful girls, a missionary in Africa, a Friend, an Encourager, a Seeker of integrity who is unsatisfied with a mediocre walk in Christ, and Blessed beyond any words that I could ever express. Thanks for being interested in my little slice of the world.

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