Wrapped In Rain

by Charles Martin

“Well, love is like that. Light doesn’t have to announce its way into a room or ask the darkness to leave. It just is. It walks ahead of you, and the darkness rolls back like a tide.” She waved her hand across the room. “It has to ’cause darkness can’t be where light is.”

if anger ever took root, it latched on, dug in, and choked the life out of whatever heart was carrying it.

Listen here, child, that’s God’s little girl, baggage and all, so don’t go judging the cover. He doesn’t care what she looks like. He’ll take her and us any way he can get us. Just like the woman at the well. Best you switch lenses and start seeing her that way too.

“Child, you listen to me, and you look me straight in the eyes when I’m talking to you. I may be just old hired help, and a country woman to boot, but I’m a human. And you know what? God thought of me. He actually took the time to dream me up. I may not be much to look at, but what you see first started in the mind of God, so don’t stand there and ignore me like I don’t exist. You remember that.”

Remember, there’s an inverse relationship between your head and your heart. If your head swells, your heart shrinks.

‘There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread.’