The blue-grey skies today curled around and opened up in that loveliest kind of Harvest rains... The rains that make all the farmers shake their heads wondering just why it couldn't have done this all summer... And so it goes. The drought is broken, our first fields already shipped away to become something made of Soybeans... (Isn't everything these days?).
I have been to town twice today on little errands, but mainly this was a stay at home Saturday, and my "nest-chair-lair" (from the post previous) perfection lies in jeopardy of becoming cluttered with coffee cups and catalogs, little wrappers from this 'n that... I hope to stand strong on this.
It's a perfect day to take breakfast with a dear friend, to read, to do some laundry, to have coffee with my sister/cousin... And to enjoy a day with Mom at home in, out of the rain. Have a perfectly sweet weekend, dear friends.
I found a beautiful portion of Job today. That is not a book I usually choose for comfort... I guess it is now, as then, up to God to control the majestic power of weather on the earth.
"Job, have you ever walked on the ocean floor? Have you seen the gate to the world of the dead? And how large is the earth? Tell me, if you know! Where is the home of light, and where does darkness live? Can you lead them home? I'm certain you must be able to, since you were already born when I created everything. Have you been to the places where I keep snow and hail, until I use them to punish and conquer nations? From where does lightning leap, or the east wind blow? Who carves out a path for thunderstorms? Who sends torrents of rain on empty deserts where no one lives? Rain that changes barren land to meadows green with grass. Who is the father of the dew and of the rain? Who gives birth to the sleet and the frost that fall in winter, when streams and lakes freeze solid as a rock." (Job 38:16-3)