It rained last night, softness I listened
to sometime in the deepest recesses of night.
Rain is one of those miracles in the category of the creation of
love. It is not necessary that it rain,
ask California, now in the throes of one of the worst droughts in recorded
history. If it were to stop raining we
would in short order all be standing in some idols box leaping and baying at
its feet begging for rain. Rain is a
gift of unimaginable grace and mercy and yet we stand under our umbrellas
thinking of Oscar’s dress. A better
option is to decide why it rains on our earth and then go worship your
conclusion with all your heart, soul, mind and strength.
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| Women made rain. An art work of water dripping into clay at The Milwaukee Museum of Art. The best work I saw this weekend. |
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