Made Clear

I do so love being out of doors, unconfined, it is almost as necessary as breathing to me. The Lord blesses us in all weather, but I found it hard to write with the rain, so I retreated indoors, as the rain was blurring my words.

Lately, I've been sent unusual dreams and I'm trying to make sense of them like I sometimes try to make sense of life, but all things are in God's hands and not necessary for us to interpret for they will all be made clear in time. Like my words when the moisture from the rain drys.

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