Who doesn’t love a random popcorn rain shower that fills the house with the smell of moistened dirt and wet leaves??
Like literally, random.
But I am thankful. Even after a crappy attitude day (and boy, was it ever!) God still reminds me of his love and mercy. I am not worthy to be his child, his prodigal, his redeemed.
But that makes no difference. I am saved. I am forgiven. I am loved. And so are you, dear reader. So are you!
Father, I than you for this sporadic thundershower. For your love. For your mercy. For your forgiveness. Jesus, I love you. I want to be more like you. Help me to begin again. To forgive as You have forgiven me. Help me to control my attitude towards others and to come to You when I feel like I’m losing the battle because You have already won the war. Amen.
Happy Wednesday dear friends. I’m off to write about Muslims…. What I have learned so far anyway.
Ps. I have really missed my Nana today. Something about the weather and the coolness and the rumbling and the soft light that has lasted all day. And the smells. I just miss my childhood. I miss her. My home. My room. Do you ever get that way? Sometimes I think heaven will remind me of my childhood, kind of. The feelings I get when I think of it. I think heaven will feel like that except without the sadness.