Icebergs can appear to be of a certain size and shape if you’re only looking at what’s above the surface. Deeper, under the water, they tell a very different story. […]
I walked in to get my hair done today and she said, “What’s new.” I smiled. She said, “Spill it, who is he?” And put the cape around my neck a little too tight. My face gave me away this time. I started blushing and couldn’t stop smiling. And she loosened the garment around my neck shaking her head and saying, “Yep, that’s what I thought…who did you meet?”
I’m just sooo there.
But wherever there is….I’m pretty much camped out and have set up house. Not moving from there anytime soon. I’m settling in, sitting back with a big sigh, enjoying the peace of knowing I’m there. No bombs exploding in my face, no earthquakes, no tornadoes. Just a quiet summer’s afternoon where the busyness and worries of life are forgotten each and every time I’m in his presence.
As much as my world feels like it has turned upside down. The rain tells me it hasn’t. Someone lied to me and didn’t give me the decency of a truthful explanation. That much is true. But the rain reminds me that not everything has changed.