Early, rainy mornings are my favorite. The house is quiet and dimly lit and there is space to ponder the deep things in my heart. The quiet ushers in room to hear the still, small voice of the One who leans in to whisper to me.
A simple question stirs, “Who am I?”
Eyes closed as rain gently taps the window panes.
The quiet consumes my thoughts and all is silent for just a moment.
And I hear Him remind me of who He says I am…
“Oh, yes, I am Yours!”
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