It is a visual reminder that when I walk through those deserts longer than I want to, thirsting for the truth of what is important in my days and for my children and wanting to restore my mind to a place of peace when I feel as though I have cracked and crumbled, dried up from the endless searching for an oasis and a covering against the scorching rays of the world, I think of the rain, a downpour of cooling water, like grace, spilling, overflowing, making everything clean again.
Oh, that He could send the rain a little more often to remind me that His grace allows me to start fresh each day, even in the midst of the thunderstorms.
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Oh, so pretty looking out--across to your neighbor? Love the CA hills!
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