The start of this week was fast and furious, no downtime. This morning, I’m slowing it down. I’m sitting in the quiet , that is not silent and taking notes of what I hear….
Isaiah singing…. Boys to man at the top of his lungs.
Cars driving by on damp roads
The voice inside my spirit reminding me how good God was to me yesterday, and raising my expectation for what today will bring.
I’m lounging. I’m blessed to have this moment of rest . Peace like rain that springs from the deep dark soil , instead of the clouds, like in the days before the flood devoured the earth. It’s a gift , and I receive it.