Just living is not enough.
One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Anderson
The sullenness of the rain falls as fat drops against the hospital window pane as I look away from the memories that flicker within the recess of my thoughts.
Lingering shadows ripple and brush against my soul in the flickering light of this storm seiged night.
The rhythm of the rain begins to beat a soothing song.
Whispers of joy like iridescent bubbles rise from the sacredness of the One who dwells within my very being.
Splashes of tears against the sill glitter as though painted with golden dust.
The air becomes scented with the aroma of flowers even amidst the smell of dampness.
A hint of freshness blows through the musty corridor.
The sun struggles and breaks through the storm laden sky.
A jeweled balm is offered as a rainbow in the sky.
Weeping may endure for a night but joy will come with the dawning of a new day.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Psalms 30:5)
God brings beauty even during the rainy days.
May your eyes be open to the gifts He offers to you this day.