Puddles that remain after a rain can’t help it that they happen to be in a low spot and will probably never grow into a more respectable name, like pond or creek. From the moment they are formed, they are simple puddles and puddles they’ll remain until they sink out of sight. Puddles are good […]
May 15, 2020
Rainy Day Thoughts
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Rain comes down, thunder growls, and I look out at the dark morning and wonder about a lot of things. A lot of whys and many what ifs, and I ask the Lord to help me live in the moment–right now, today, this morning. As W. W. Bartley said, “For every ailment under the sun, […]
Apr 3, 2020
Now’s the Time
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Now’s the time to look around and enjoy those things close to home. We tend to hurry, to rush here and there, trying to meet appointments, and we’re busy, but, now? Now, much of this has come to a full stop. Here we are at home, in a rather small space, and, suddenly, we can […]
Mar 31, 2020
Rain, a Hundred Years Ago
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On this rainy spring day, I’m thinking about long ago Etta and my Latty family. It would be dark on the farm at this hour, house lit only by kerosene lamps, no outdoor lights at all. Pappy would take a lantern as he walked through the rain, across the road to the barn to […]
Mar 11, 2020
Rain
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Thunder, lightning, pouring rain–not Nemo’s kind of weather, although I like it. My furry buddy likes smooth jazz. With smooth jazz playing and wearing his thunder shirt, he calmed down. I can only imagine what a storm seems like to him. He doesn’t understand it, just reacts to hearing the loud but unseen noise of […]
Feb 29, 2020
Rainy Day Mysteries
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Who Loves the Rain by Frances Shaw Who loves the rain And loves his home, And looks on life with quiet eyes, Him will I follow through the storm; And at his hearth-fire keep me warm; Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise, Who loves the rain, And loves his home, And looks on […]
