Rain coming down. Wind blowing. Sleep evading. Boxes multiplying. Peace. Joy comes in the morning. Blessed are the hungry and the thirsty. Deep calling to deep. My soul cries. A longing. More. A drink for me has become a river out of me. Come up higher. 2010. Higher this year. Songs of deliverance. New songs. Grace. More grace. Spring up O' well!
It's a beautiful day. Life has been put into perspective for me this morning. I am grateful.
