Raindrops keep falling on my head. I don’t remember the rest of the song though. And technically, the rain is outside and I am inside, so raindrops aren’t actually falling on my head. I suppose that nothing can separate me from God’s love. Today for the first time in three weeks I managed to get back to having a solid rhythm. Okay, that is a bit of exaggeration. I managed to have a semblance of a rhythm. I was joyful enough about it. Now I am going to bed because sleep is important to everything.
The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1