I want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm.
Each one I throw is moving somewhere.
May 29, 2015 | The view from my bedroom window does not become stale to me, no matter how many times my eyes taste it. I am thankful for the rain, washing me and watering me. I am thankful for the One pouring it, redeeming me daily. Another May is at its end, but it’s not about months - it’s about drinking water today so we may grow into tomorrow. I am thankful for today.