Literally for the first time in a long time. I had no desire to pray. Has that ever happened to you? So many thoughts floated in and out my head. I pressed my lips to say, Dear God, but -there was nothing. Rather it was something more of irritated, dry resistance that came over me. And then I sat there.
I’ve been lost before, strangely my soul has cried. Dear God grant unto me a prayer when I can’t find one. When everything around me says, The heavens are iron brass and dust beneath my feet.
No less than saying that, I heard the winds howling. Smell the dust spinning in the air. I think when it rains. God sips ice-tea through a long copper straw. The sky clicks her heels together. God whistles- the sun slips back into her layer, watching tiny clouds prancing through the marvelous mixture. “Their eyes are watching God” And God is listening, Ambitiously, anticipating the light in the darkness.
must be rain.
kindness sis Krissy