O God, you cause abundant showers to fall on your chosen
people.
When they are tired, you sustain them.
It’s one of those mornings when I walk around with
marshmallow feet. I dare not make a sound that would disturb the love-tones,
lulling my spirit. The rhythm of rain, splashing on broad leaves of canna lilies.
Hummingbirds, humming in key. And the hushed whisper of God, telling me I am
right where I’m supposed to be. The quiet answer to prayer.
It had been a hard week, one that started with sickness
and ended with exhaustion, as I pressed through to order my classroom for the
start of school. And then I wondered how I should spend the three-day weekend.
Travel to be with family to celebrate birthdays and the last official hurrah of
summer? I deserved that, didn’t I? I missed my family. But I would have to
contend with busy holiday weekend traffic and the expense. Or should I stay
home to rest and prepare for the upcoming week and save money in so doing?
