Emails, making two calls (to the weather, it was 24 at last check, and to my dad for a diplomatic question), text messages, writing emails, getting emails, talking to my papa, who is going to NYC for my aunt's college roommate's court appeal tomorrow, as I close the open tabs on Firefox, I couldn't close it on this one without posting it.
And now, God, do it again—
bring rains to our drought-stricken lives
So those who planted their crops in despair
will shout hurrahs at the harvest,
So those who went off with heavy hearts
will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.
(Psalm 126:6, The Message)
3 weeks ago