by Brigitte. I like to read and write about Christian faith and a variety of subjects. I live in Canada.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Thank you for sound, for running water in the eaves-trough, for dripping here and there and everywhere, for shoes crunching on loose gravel, for cars splashing through the puddles (wasn't worth washing them) for a saw screaming somewhere in an open garage, on a Saturday. It seems like the loveliest sound, today. Thank you for sun on my closed eyes. And thank you for thanking you.