April 6, 2018
It’s a time of drinking in. Soaking my soul. Like the steady, constant rain that falls today, drip… drip…drip.
My mind and heart and soul are like my front yard, saturated. Like the bottom of a riverbed, the tracks of the rain evidenced in the overflowing yard. There’s a peace in the rhythmic drops of the puddles, each circle where it hits, absorbed over and over again. The land seems as if it can take no more, but it does. Of course, it will force an outpouring, it will not be able to contain it all and the water will flood the street, the drains, and the sidewalks.
Bits and pieces from varying clouds, sources, are soaking into my soul. Raw truths and earth shaking profound ideas, and sparks started that will soon become flames.
I enjoy the rain. I miss the sun, but, this rain. Oh how it is needed by my soul. I need to drink, gulp, dump it over my head. A flood of inspiration, soul-searching, and call to action.
It may be a muddy mess right now, but Spring is coming. I will soon see the buds and blooms and fruits of this time of silence and saturation.
***The books that are currently saturating my soul (you may deduce who my favorite author is):
-The Essential C.S. Lewis, edited by Lyle W. Dorsett
-The Turquoise Table, by Kristin Schell
-The Screwtape Letters, by C.S. Lewis
-Called to Create, by Jordan Raynor
-Out of the Silent Planet, by C.S. Lewis
-Wild in the Hollow, by Amber C. Haines