The gentle rain. It’s steadily coming down as I sit under cover listening to the calm. Refreshing, rejuvenating rain patting the pavement with circles. Sometimes my heart feels like the parched ground in desperate need of a long cool drink. Today I take a long draw of that life giving water. “Come to me who are thirsty, and I will give you a drink.  Come to the table those who are hungry, and I will fill your mouth with good things.” To the Samaritan woman at the well… “If you had a… Read More