Yesterday was punctuated by my favourite sound; rain on glass. My bedroom is in the attic and there's nothing that relaxes or soothes me more than the sound of rain on the roof when I’m snuggled beneath my goose down duvet…
Last night’s cell was in Dan and Sarah’s conservatory; we shared stories of healing, talked about God restoring broken hearts and reminded ourselves how quickly they forget the things we know God has done. It was a great conversation, everyone inputting, opening up, it's been a bit of a theme for our little growing cell. As discussion intensified the rain on the roof pelted harder and harder vying for our attention.
After cell I finally got to hang out and catch up with my man. As we took off for a drive into the country side the rain came down in sheets, it's percussive rhythm driving through our conversation. It was lovely just to sit and listen to Stephen in a rare quiet moment of just the two of us being together.
As I got into bed the rain's more subdued pitter patter was my companion. The sound really reminds me I'm safe and warm. Quite lovely really.
PS - I know this is quite a sappy, blog. Please fogive me... xc