The night gave way to a cool grey drizzle. The hum of espresso machines and hurried customers seem to be in a constant flow. I'm tired. Eyes heavy with sleep. I would very much like to be cuddled up right now reading my book. My sky lights over head with the song of light rain.
I'd love just to feel the warmth of your presence and still peace.
Today is the sort of day that makes you thirsty for more of life. Not the hurried frantic, must check more things off my list "life". But the full deep I'm present to my heart "life".
"there is within the human heart a tough, fibrous root of fallen life"
A. W. Tozer
I want my inner heart to be free from such a root.
I want the life that's been offered up to me.