I am sorry for that, please forgive me.
I am back from...Lewisburg Pennsylvania. I had a marvelous time. Lewisburg is nestled in the mountains. I don't know what the mountains are called, but the sweet refreshing air was so... um... refreshing. And it's the kind of town where you drive ten minutes in any direction and you'll most likely be in the country or something. It was so lovely. At night, I could look out the window and actually see a star-filled sky. I might be able to see five in Cleveland. Oh, and I saw the big dipper for the first time in my life. And I could see the mountains from the window. Altogether, it was a refreshing, calming visit...oh, I was visiting my grandma.
I thought you should all know that it is raining right now. Real raindrops from the sky! I woke up, and I heard the rain on my roof, and I felt a thrill run through my body. I'm sorry that y'all have to put up with my... uh... oddities, because I know that I have written about the rain over and over again on here, and you have had to read it. But where else would I ramble? I've loved it ever since I can remember. When I was extremely little, I used to say it rained because God was crying. But then I learned the moisture rises and forms clouds and the clouds drop the rain or something like that... but it's still fascinating to me to watch the rain.
I'm a little restless because I want to find something worth posting about and I"m not quite sure where to find it...
"The sober person lives deeply. His pleasures are not primarily those of the senses, like the pleasures of the drunkard, for instance, but those of the soul. He is by no means a stoic, on the contrary, with a full measure of joyful anticipation he looks forward to the return of the Lord but he doesn't run away from his task." ~ William Hendrickson
I'll just end with that, and perhaps this post will have been worth reading. :)