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summer showers

I love summer showers. The thunder roars, the steam rises from the ground, the temp cools slightly, and when it's all over, the world looks like it has had its bath. I just find summer rain refreshing.
Even with the 100 temp weather we've had this week, this morning I felt like I walked through a summer shower. The school where our church meets on Sunday morning had air conditioner problems, so we had a last minute Sat change and switched to another location. So one, I was thankful we found out early enough to move to a cooler place (instead of having the air go out during 8:30am choir practice!), and two, it was a smaller location. The ceiling was lower, everyone was closer together, and the music was absolutely thrilling. I've always enjoyed how people at CBC sing out, but being in a smaller setting that had better acoustics made it sound 10 times louder and much more joyous and heartfelt. Then the sermon, challenging us to think about God's attributes as we pray, was both convicting and yet inspiring. There's nothing more encouraging than to think about how faithful, creative, just, caring, forgiving, and merciful our God is.
So even though it's dry as all get all and the dust is soaring off the dirt road, my soul feels refreshed from today's sermon shower.

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Jennifer said…
you really have a gift of writing!

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