The last minutes of repose before another week. The rain is pounding the roof, but it's warm inside.
I am so thankful for life.
For people who show me You in yet another facet.
For the grace that lets me live another day, try one more time.
For the hopes that are yet to come to pass but that propel me forward; giving me peace amidst the aching hands and vegetable orders, misunderstandings and shrouded hearts.
For the spring rain.
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