Scribble Your words on my heart, Lord Jesus. I long to hear You whisper to me. To assure me that I'm going where You want me to go.

I love the rain, Lord. Why does the pattering of raindrops against the window sing a wordless lullaby to my heart? Why does the earthly smell of rain make me feel strangely delightful, almost like I was a young girl once again? The cool rush of wind against my skin. The quietness that it somehow brings to the rest of the world. A respite.