There were 60mph winds and torrential rains in our little beach town. Tree limbs blocked roads, lawn chairs flew to a neighboring yard, and birds found refuge anywhere they could. I know the thirsty earth needed the rain, but it made the pandemic isolation even lonelier. Today the sun is out and the birds are drying off on the telephone lines. I will have my morning meditation outdoors today so I can give thanks that, “weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 50:5b
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