The rain is pouring down. I sit at my desk listening….and feeling.

We gathered in the living room, Bibles on our laps. We bow our heads and our hearts speak, they cry out in unity as they fly to the throne that somehow mysteriously ends up in the midst of us.

There is a sincerity, a humbleness, a joining of hearts and hands. Bibles open in different spots sharing what each has been studying.

And the rain comes down. Washing through our hearts, our souls, searching through the fibers of our beings. Purifying, cleansing, magnifying.

These moments are the ones that make up the important ones. These moments are the ones that give us strength that make us see we aren’t alone. There is a host of company surrounding us, lifting us, helping us….we must take those moments to carry us through. And somehow when we do….this road doesn’t seem quite so hard.