Lord, thank you for the rain.
Thank you for the way
it falls in silvery sheets
dances on the sidewalk
as it
drips
to the ground.
Lord, thank you for the rain.
Thank you for the way
it falls in silvery sheets
dances on the sidewalk
as it
drips
to the ground.
Grace. The word itself is a cleansing rain, a soothing balm, a warming oil. Sometimes we are most reluctant to extend grace to ourselves. Are you in need of grace today? If so, may these reminders be chicken soup for your soul.