Me. Today Had to Share

Reading as much as I can while caring for my two busy girls. Had to share.

Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A full-blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in an hour, the trees wail, little animals skitter in the mud and everything gets dark and goes completely wild. But it's really God- playing music in his favorite cathedral in heaven- shattering stained glass- playing a gigantic organ- thundering on the keys- perfect harmony- perfect joy.

excerpt from Essays written by Joan Didion- in Slouching Towards Bethlehem

"I don't need anymore personal storms but I'll take the thunder from our Lord"
xo Donna