All night, a gentle rain fell while I slumbered. I woke to the smell of freshness, the garden bathed and clean. The sun had not yet climbed high enough to share her warmth; I pulled on my coat to go outside. Puddles lined the pathway and pooled on the blossoms and leaves. The damp chill in the air made me wistful—wishing for fall to arrive with her shorter days and cozy nights. I yearned for romance, for innocence. For sweetness. “The worlds a chaotic place these days, God,” I whispered. “Bathe us in your love so that all hearts can see you in everyone, no matter the color of their skin. May every child of yours know equality and justice,” I prayed.
A bird in the tall pines began to sing, giving me hope that one day, we will understand that we are here to love one another, to celebrate God in each other, and in ourselves.
I took God’s heart in my hand and climbed the steps back to the house, to start my day with His love.