Rainy days

I love rainy days.

Laughing at the gusts of wind that blow sheets of rain at you sideways. Showing up at a social engagement with the bottom half of you completely soaked. Walking down the street shielded from the rest of the world by a curtain of water, the patter of the drops filling your ears.

Today, I got drenched on the way to work. The bus air conditioning hit my hitting wet clothing with a sharp chill. Just as I was starting to dry, I stepped back into the downpour and got wet some more. I came into work soggy and dripping, but it was fun. I felt like a little kid discovering the world for the first time. On the bus, I took off my sandals (to let them dry), tucked my feet up under me, and promptly took a nap, not caring what anyone thought of me.

 

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After living in South Korea for over 7 years, Elizabeth is back in the States finding a new normal. In the tension of brokenness, resilience, and conviction, she chooses faith and depends on grace. She leans into empathy, curiosity, divine whispers, and childlike wonder.

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