It is Sunday. The day associated with sabbath, rest, worship.
We sit together at a rusty patio table staring out at the world around us,
husband and wife eyes opened looking for Father to join us for coffee.
Rain begins drizzling, cleansing the muck that has found its way inside my soul.
I am encouraged to let go and let Father wash it all away.
He sits deep in thought sipping his coffee waiting for Father to speak through the quiet.
Birds sit near the pond huddled together as if waiting for something big to happen.
I smile and feel a connection with them as we too sit waiting!
The playground lay empty as if families have hidden their children inside out of the mist. Breathing in the lovely scent of solitude, the beauty of His artwork it is here...
that we enter worship!