There is a steady rain on. I am sitting by a fire working on my computer, something meaningful about the reality of one and the transient of the other. —There is a flood on, raining steadily now as it has for several days. Drove the length of Tennessee yesterday and river after river was spilled away from their banks painting field and forest with dark ochre watercolor. I am sitting heart conscious of the Great Tennessee now as she lays calm and serene in front of me, a warm fire supports my coffee cup and my lover and least child sleeps soundly. Our dark studio gently lit by the fire and sweet hum of rain on the roof allows me the peace of warm and dry as I tell God how kind He is to make rain, even lots of rain, gentle. I am trying to turn my prayers toward all of those whose lives have turned hard—difficult and cold wet from this incessant rain—asking God to spread His presences across the wet earth into the hearts, spirits, and souls of man and beast for whom this rain is anything but gentle, and Be The Gentle that His rain is not. Only God can—as my fire and safely sleeping loved ones testify! There is a steady rain on.
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