Rainy Days.

I have a tiny hole in the sole of my left boot.

Every day this week I have come home with damp socks. 

It has been a rainy week. 

Rainy days are funny things. 

Rainy days make me want to curl up in a sweatshirt, and forget the world. They make me want to retreat to my sofa, under a soft quilt, with a cup of coffee in my hands. Rainy days leave me sighing, without really knowing why. 

It has been a rainy week. 

I lost someone this week. It wasn't entirely unexpected, that is, I think I've been preparing for this for a long time.... but I still didn't really see it coming. Not this week. Not this month. Not this year. 

When the sadness and the cold, and the relentless rain crept in, I wanted to run away. 

I wanted to be anywhere but here. I wanted to ignore the rain around me. 

But sometimes you need rainy weather. You need rainy weather, to remind you how comfy that sweatshirt is, and how warm that cup of coffee can feel in your hands. 

You need hard days, to remind you just how blessed you really are. 

Thank you friends for sweet messages, and acts of love. 

Thank you Hannah for knowing that chocolate mends a broken heart.

Thank you Candace for knowing coffee warms the soul.

Thank you Joe, for not letting me run away. 

Thank you to my wonderful Monday night girls for praying over me. 

Thank you Ryan, for letting me know you.

"And not only this, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that they bring about perseverance."

Romans 5:3