A little over a month ago I was scrolling through the “write31days” Facebook group when Jessica’s name caught my eye. Well, it wasn’t so much the name, but that she lived in my town. I clicked her profile and we had mutual friends y’all! Of course I sent her a friend request, because that is totally normal, right? Ok, maybe not, but I am so thankful I did. Jessica is the real deal. She has the heart of Jesus, and she pours out words of encouragement over on her blog, Grace Enough. I look forward to hugging her neck real soon!
Today I have the honored privilege of sharing my words on Jessica’s blog.
As I stepped onto the concrete of the driveway, it didn’t take long to realize it was a mirror of the gray sky bowing low. I felt if I stood real tall and outstretched my arms my fingertips might just skim the clouds. The trees had not felt the sun in days, their sadness shown in the drooping of branches and their leaves turned near upside down. I pulled my sweater tight in the dampness and meandered up the windy drive.
I couldn’t see the rain, but I could feel my hair laying down under the weight of water. My clothes beginning to cling as they quenched in the moisture and my glasses speckled with tiny droplets of water. But where was the rain?
When I took the last turn of the drive, I glanced back toward the trees just to see what I was missing, why I was so wetted down. There appeared nothing and I continued walking. Then as I stood at the mailbox, my eyes turn skyward and slowly they opened. I was no longer blind to the fine mist of rain falling. Those gray clouds dripping misty like eyes that weep in silent. Time was still. I was still. And I was silent. Click here to head over to Jessica’s blog for the rest of the story.