Sunshine
A couple months ago, I had a few hours to spare before Tuesday evening church, so I decided to hang my laundry on the roof and then finish a project I had been putting off for a while. When I got up to the laundry lines, I realized a storm was about to start. Storms here can be kind of finicky, so I stubbornly started hanging up the clothes anyway on the off chance that it might hold off a little bit. As I began hanging and pinning, I felt God whisper, “stay up here with Me.” I half chuckled looking up at the storm cloud. My laundry can’t stay up here, much less me. “Stay.” This may be the only chance I get to finish that project. Then again, I’ve already been procrastinating. Maybe we can talk downstairs? “Stay here.” Ok. I’ll stay as long as I can. I’ll stay as long as the weather’s nice. “Really?” Sure. I was almost done hanging up the laundry and it started sprinkling. I like the rain, so I continued praying and watching the clouds. It felt nice. Just me and God. Knowing