Rainy Morning

The rain has soaked the earth. Through the drops that cling to our kitchen window, this drenched village lays uncovered, waiting. The sounds of the rain are soft this morning. No wind can be heard; no belligerent pounding of hard fists of water on the roof. This is a sleepy, blanket rain that is soft and reminds me of a bath mat with little suckers being pulled up from the porcelain again and again, in some distant bathroom in the sky.

I curled up to read last night before going to sleep and after such a great dinner I found myself longing to be near in spirit to God. This is what I have been praying for--to be hungry to taste from God's table something far richer and fuller than any restaurant can offer. To feel compelled to hold fast to the Lord my God. Yet feeling that longing only made me further say, "Lord, turn my heart to desire more of You. Keep me close to You."