Let the rain fall.


Gratefulness fills my heart

A good man

A life tried to live well

Not perfect



They happen

Forgiveness it’s a process

The warm light echos my warm heart

Kind words from a friend

Loving words of a brother

Voices of the redeemed sang high in His house today

I am an American girl

A proud daughter

A trying a wife

And a ransomed child of Jesus Christ

May Mondays not steal this fullness

May the worry and anxiety of roads traveled

Not be the object of the Satan’s power

A living vessel

Clay of a potter’s hands

Attend to the small voice

The one you quiet so often

Give thanks for the afternoons of couch sitting

That was once called Holy. 


Give thanks for the people who haven’t given up on you.

Smile for the best days are yet to come.


About RootsSinkDeep

Words to keyboard, not quite the same as pen to paper, but for now in a season of flurry and tiny chaos, this will do. Though I long for the feel of graphite under hand I am grateful for fingers that work the same. May you join me as I seek to find joy in the ordinary?
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2 Responses to Let the rain fall.

  1. Huffy says:

    May Mondays not steal…… yup

  2. Beautiful words.
    It is raining to beat the band as the guy who goes to bed early said before turning in!

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