Snuggled under layers of
covers this morning, I smiled through shuttered, sand-filled eyes,
awakened to a soggy Morse code of "good morning". I'm a rain lover,
and though I can't explain it, it infuses a certain "soul peace"; at
times I crave it, and to me, it is at it's best when it arrives at
daybreak. I said, "Thank you, Lord" as if He had specifically gifted
me, and I smiled to think my husband would think this a curse.
Sleep-blurred thoughts suddenly filled with an awareness that took me by surprise: my romanticism of rain is a luxury.
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I just emailed my mother. I left you a comment at blissfully domestic.
I can’t promise, but will hope.
We did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so excited.
Here was my mothers response.
Me: Hey I was feeling nudged about this little girl.
> I would love to sponsor but couldn’t the full monthly.
> You think we could split it?
> Just a thought.
> No pressure
My Mom: She’s beautiful. I would be honored to sponsor her with you. Let’s do it.
$18.00 a month between she and I.
Love it.
Joy,
It's the end of a long (but good) day and I'm tired and behind on so many things I need to attend…and I read your comment and realize none of that matters.
You.
Made.
My.
Day.
Thank you…thanks to your mom. What a wonderful example of "finding a way". You won't regret this; it's money well invested in another life. You're a history maker friend…and I can't wait to hear how she impacts YOU!
Stay in touch, please? 🙂 🙂 🙂 :)
cool blog. interesting outlook in life with a caress of love. What romantic way to spend a day.
Thanks for the comment on my blog, Robin. I just had to stop by and visit yours too. I like reading your thoughts at (in)courage.
And I didn’t want to “ring and run” so I am leaving a comment to say hello! (That photo makes me laugh.)
I too love the rare sound of rain. We only hear rain a few times during the summer months – a lot in June. During the winter all the stuff that comes down is white and fluffy and sound-free. It’s pretty. But it’s not the same at all.
I miss rain.