Aparchologeo
Prayer Warrior
God brings me small moments, I bike away down the street downhill, there are dandelions, the grass has not been mowed and it moves like emerald satin, and it's raining lightly. I have music blasting in my ears, Yellow by Coldplay for the 30th time, and I and the audio are all that exist and matter as the same familiar daydream plays. It's raining harder, the drops large and powerful but also so light, I have always loved when the rain comes down so hard it looks like a foggy curtain of rain, the sky is dark and bright. race back to my house but I am too joyous to dread, God brings me small moments, away from it. from you.