Thursday, April 17, 2008
The dreary weather permeates my pores and seeps into my spirit. The rain reproduces the mud I think should have dried up by now. Puddles reflect things I'd rather forget so I tiptoe around them to avoid murky waters. Though I know something better lies beyond them, clouds prevent me from seeing clearly. The dark skies bid me to hide and I gratefully oblige.
But tomorrow is a new day. And though sometimes I wish for time to stand still, this day I am glad it marches on.
Thank You, Lord.
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