I woke up early this morning. Very early. Way too early! It was 3:00 a.m.
I couldn’t go back to sleep because in the stillness of the night there was this constant, continual sound. Drip. Drip. Drip.
It had rained sometime during the night, which I did not hear, and now all that’s left is the ever so slight, but annoying sound of water dripping off the roof to the patio below.
It reminded me of a classic metaphor by the wise man in Proverbs 27:15. Continue reading
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