I sit on the front step, hands wrapped around my tea cup and watch the rain fall. Everything is peaceful. No one is mowing their lawn or sawing wood…not even a car drives by. I meet a squirrel, and a couple little spiders.
From afar I watch a funny bird (a starling perhaps?) with a blue head and black body. It looks unfriendly, but I notice its bottom shaking as it skips away and I can’t help but smile. Its chirp sounds like a squeaky hinge. What a funny little creature. And robins that nest in our cedar skip-hop across lawns looking for a snack. I love robins.
Inside the house children sleep-on, a long two-hour nap after a busy morning. The house is far from perfect. Toys and crumbs are scattered across the floor. Laundry piles up. But, garlicky vegetable soup simmers on the stove, and I am thankful for a cool day just perfect for a steaming bowl of comfort. A feeling of contented well-being overtakes me.
A holy moment. Peace overflows. A frazzled morning is redeemed, and grateful songs echo from a joyful heart. I can feel Him here.